Letra

VERSE 1
They spoke of liberty in candlelight
With parchment hearts and steady fight
They dreamed a land where all were free
But stitched those words… selectively

The ink still bleeds beneath their lines
A call for justice lost in time
But buried deep in flawed intent
Is still a seed they never meant

CHORUS
I’m holding on to something old
That never quite became the mold
Not red or blue, not left or right
Just human hands that long for light

Not fame, not flags, not party ties—
Just hope that lives when ego dies
The forefathers dreamed, then walked away
But truth still marches here today

VERSE 2
They built a house on borrowed breath
Called it peace but slept with death
Yet even there, in shadow’s choke
Were sparks from which new voices spoke

Each age rewrites the dream they drew
Not perfect, no—but still *a view*
Of life not sold, of rights not trend
Of neighbors choosing not to end

CHORUS
I’m standing where the stories split
With blood and ballots under it
Don’t feed me pride without the pain
Don’t preach of rain if there’s no grain

I want the truth, not polished lines
I want the grit of better times
The dream was theirs, the fight is ours
To plant what grows beyond the towers

BRIDGE (spoken)
_"We hold these truths..."_
But do we?
Do we hold them when it hurts?
Do we hold them when they’re ugly?
Do we hold each other,
Or just our version of the truth?

FINAL CHORUS (lifting with full harmony)
I still believe there’s something here
A voice that fights through fear and smear
Not for the party, not for the brand—
But for the child who needs a hand

So raise the song they left half-sung
Not as a flag—but as a lung
We breathe this dream through blood and grace—
Still flawed, still striving...
Still this place.