Verse 1 Two hundred fifty years of sweat and prayer, Hands in the dirt, hearts laid bare. From distant shores we brought our names, Different tongues, but the same old flame. Built on hope and honest work, Faith in something bigger than hurt. We fought our wars, we walked those streets, Looking for strength, looking for peace. Pre-Chorus Somewhere along the way we forgot how to hear, Everybody’s talking, nobody’s near. Chorus We’re still one nation, under these skies, More alike than the lines we draw in the sand tonight. Love thy neighbor wasn’t meant to fade, It’s the promise that our fathers made. I believe in a future where we stand, Hand in hand, still one nation. Verse 2 Now we count ourselves by the boxes we check, Red or blue, what side you’re on next. They tell us who we’re supposed to be, While the quiet middle just wants unity. Sixty percent trying to build a bridge, Tired of shouting, tired of the edge. We’re brothers, sisters, flesh and bone, More than the labels we’re handed alone. Pre-Chorus They sit us apart, draw the lines real thick, But division never healed a single thing. Chorus We’re still one nation, under these skies, More alike than the lines we draw in the sand tonight. Love thy neighbor wasn’t meant to fade, It’s the promise that our fathers made. I believe in a future where we stand, Hand in hand, still one nation. Bridge Power wasn’t meant to live forever, It was borrowed time, meant to make us better. No special chairs, no golden doors, Same rules inside as the ones next door. Maybe change starts simple and small, Looking past myself, thinking of us all. Empathy over anger, hope over fear, The change we’re waiting for starts right here. Verse 3 This ain’t just home, it’s the whole wide world, Battles for borders, flags unfurled. If we stay this course, we all lose ground, But love’s still the strongest truth we’ve found. Final Chorus We’re still one nation, under these skies, With a choice to make before the well runs dry. I won’t live boxed in by hate or pride, I’ll walk toward you, not to a side. I believe we can find our way again, If we choose compassion over winning. Yeah, I believe, if we open our hearts, We’re still one nation— Let’s start where we are. Outro Two hundred fifty years led us here, The future’s calling— Do we listen… or just cheer?