**Verse 1** The flags were lifted. The cannons grew still. The people danced Upon the hill. The gates stood open. The keys were passed. The future waited... The moment passed. For every song Must meet the dawn. Every victory Must carry on. --- **Pre-Chorus** The throne stood empty. Not for want of rulers... But for want of answers. --- **Chorus** Now that the future Belongs to us... What shall we build? The crown is only metal. The throne is only wood. It is the people, The purpose, That make them good. --- **Verse 2** The treasury asked, "What is wealth for?" The railways asked, "What shall we carry?" The ports asked, "What shall we send?" The schools asked, "Whose story shall we teach?" The courts asked, "What is justice now?" The hospitals asked, "Whom shall we heal?" Every hall Held one question... Waiting For a nation To answer. --- **Bridge** Yesterday The machine asked, "What can leave this land?" Today... It asks, "What can grow upon it?" The gears still turn. The ledgers still fill. The roads still reach Beyond the hill. Only the purpose Has changed. --- **Final Chorus** Take up the keys... Not to possess. Take up the ledgers... Not to count what leaves... But to measure What grows. Take up the throne... Not to rule alone... But to serve Those yet unborn. Now that the future Belongs to us... What shall we build? What shall we build? What... Shall... We... Build...
