Table Prayer

This isn’t a song about feast or famine, but about the space between them. It’s for the meals we take for granted and the plates that crack from having nothing on them at all. "What we throw without a tremor is the thing another heart would kill to pray for." Listen closely. Lyrics: Hush, my dear one… let me tell you a story, while you push your little plate a bit farther away. The soup is cooling, the evening growing quieter, and you shake your head like you did yesterday. But somewhere out there, under a different moonlight, a mother hums a song to keep her child alive. She has no apples, no warm bread waiting, only hope she whispers as she helps her small one survive. One child sighs, “I don’t want dinner…” one child prays to taste it once. One mother begs for one more mouthful, one mother begs for just one crumb. Hush, my dear one… the world is wider than this table, filled with little hands that tremble in the cold. Some plates stay empty longer than a heartbeat, some stories break before they’re even told. Not to scare you… only so you feel it, we’re lucky for the meals we sometimes leave behind. And kindness grows every time we notice the ones the world forgot to mind. So take one bite, my gentle heartbeat… and think of those who wait for dawn. For every child who sleeps still hungry, let love begin with you, my own. Hush, my dear one… that’s the story. Now eat a little, we share the world one meal, one heart, one kindness at a time. #CinematicMusic #TablePrayer #SpokenWord #Perspective #EmotionalMusic