[Verse 1] Morning sun on fields, debts heavy on our backs, Wages can’t carry dreams—how far can we go like that? Parents grow old, children drift far away, Big cities call them, leaving home behind the rice fields’ sway. Political news echoes through layered crises, Ordinary people watch, still waiting for answers that matter. Not just about faces, not sides or flags, But a real path forward that can hold up real lives. [Pre-Chorus] If the state sees us only as numbers in line, Poverty will circle, again and again in time. But if the state stands with the smallest voice, Hope can grow, even in dry and broken soil. [Chorus] A new chance, leaving no one behind, Giving strength to life from birth to old age in time. Care from the womb, education through degree, When sickness comes, get treated—no fear of fees. A new chance, letting hometowns stand tall, Jobs close to home, no need to leave it all. Equal welfare for every single soul, The Isan dream is not distant—it’s a reachable goal. [Verse 2] Freeze the debts for three years, let people breathe again, New graduates won’t drown under student loan pain. One card for healthcare, electricity that’s fair, Life no longer angry at fate’s unfair glare. One tambon, real jobs; one province, shared pride, Rice mills and harvesters right by the fields outside. No need to abandon temples or community ties, The elderly cared for, with dignity in their lives. [Pre-Chorus] Politics should never feel far away, If it can change people’s fate each day. Policies are not just beautiful words, If you can see them work in the real world. [Chorus] A new chance, leaving no one behind, Not just commands, but actions aligned. From Bangkok down to Sakon Nakhon land, Hope moves forward by the people’s own hands. A new chance, letting hometowns stand strong, No more waiting on distant power all along. Equal welfare for every single soul, This is the future Isan people deserve as a whole. [Bridge] A familiar name walks beside the fields, Listening to villagers, not empty promises sealed. From parliament halls to the smallest village lane, Policies must answer real life’s pain. [Final Chorus / Outro] A new chance is not a drifting dream, But an investment in dignity. If the future can be chosen by our own hands, Today is the day to stand and decide where we stand. A new chance at the end of the Isan fields, So children can smile, leaving no one behind. No matter how the election story ends, This hope remains— In the hearts of ordinary people.
