Wars are loud.

But sometimes courage is quiet.

Sometimes it looks like one woman…

carrying names in a jar.

And two thousand five hundred children

lived because she refused to look away.

Snow fell hard on the Warsaw streets

Boots and shadows, fear underneath

Mothers crying behind locked doors

Children trembling on wooden floors

She wore courage like a winter coat

Every heartbeat a secret note

Smuggled hope through the darkest night

One small candle against the fight

Every name she wrote down

Was a promise somehow

If the world disappeared

They would still be found

Ohhh, hide the names inside the jar

Hold the pieces of their hearts

When the whole world fell apart

She carried light into the dark

Ohhh, history remembers her hands

Building hope where fear would stand

Two thousand five hundred stars

Still shining from those jars

Hey… hey…

She wouldn’t let them fade away

Through the sewers and the ambulances

Tiny prayers and dangerous chances

Suitcases and church hall doors

Little footsteps across cold floors

Every child another risk

Every second on a list

But she believed that life was worth

More than hate could ever curse

Some were hidden in convents.

Some beneath floorboards.

Some carried out in toolboxes…

And every single name mattered.

She buried their identities in glass jars beneath an apple tree…

hoping families might find each other again someday.

Ohhh, hide the names inside the jar

Hold the pieces of their hearts

When the whole world fell apart

She carried light into the dark

Ohhh, history remembers her hands

Building hope where fear would stand

Two thousand five hundred stars

Still shining from those jars

Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh

Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh

One voice can change the ending

One soul can stop the fall

Ohhh, hide the names inside the jar

Every child a beating heart

Even when the world was scarred

Love survived the barbed wire dark

Ohhh, and the echoes still remain

Written softly in their names

Two thousand five hundred lives

Because one woman chose to fight

Her name was Irena Sendler.

And because of her…

thousands lived to tell the story.