🖋️ VERSE 1 Roll the ink and set the type, Truth ain't loud, but it sure feels right. Lincoln’s quiet, but we’re not still — There’s news to print, and votes to will. 🔥 CHORUS 🎵 And the Beacon burns on, through the night and the storm, Letters lit like lanterns, keeping justice warm. They can hush the crowds, but not the song — As long as this paper runs, the Beacon burns on. 🧵 VERSE 2 She stitched the words, line by line, Fed the press like a prayer in time. Twenty years, and still she wrote, For every Kansas mother’s vote. 🎙️ BRIDGE (LYRICAL DIALOGUE) "Why print so late?" Said a voice in the dark. "Because freedom ain’t restin’ — And my fire needs a spark." 🎶 CHORUS (REPRISE) And the Beacon burns on, bold and true, Pages flying just like you. From Lincoln’s porch to ballot drawn — The light of Anna Wait lives on. ✨ OUTRO A woman, a press, and a cause not gone — Strike the drum — the Beacon burns on.
