Some clap loud when the lights are on,
But vanish quick when the crowd is gone.
Some speak sharp when you’re on your knees,
But hush their tongues when you find your peace.

Watch the ones who never flinch,
Who hold your name without a wince.
Not just the hands that cheer your flight—
But those who walk through sleepless night.

Truth ain’t loud, it’s steady tread,
It’s who shows up when hope feels dead.
So bless the few who never stray—
The ones who stay when you’ve lost your way.