Whispers of the Soul

Search and Rescue

Hands that Hold the Line

In the grip of danger, when the stakes are high,
We stand side by side, no question, no why.
Each hand in its place, each heart in its role,
Together we move with one common goal.

Hands that hold the line, steady and strong,
Through perilous moments, when the nights grow long.
With trust like a tether and courage our guide,
We lean on each other, no fear left to hide.

In the chaos of rescue, where lives are at stake,
It's the hands that we trust, and the bonds that we make.
Through roaring rivers or cliffs steep and high,
We stand in the breach, while the storms rage by.

One pulls the rope, one scans the ground,
Another calls out, hoping for sound.
Each person a link in a chain forged in trust,
In this unity, we do what we must.

For no one stands alone in this fight,
We move as one force through the darkest of night.
Each hand that we hold, each lifeline we cast,
Is a promise of safety that binds us fast.

Through the sweat and the strain, the fear and the tears,
We carry each other through doubts and through fears.
For the strength of the mission lies in the line,
In the hands that pull through, time after time.

So here's to the team, and the ties that bind,
To the hands that hold steady, the hearts that are kind.
Together we rise, together we stand,
As one unbroken, unshakable band.