[Verse 1] All around are tired faces, Bright rooms with hollow eyes. People trained by little screens To call their hunger wise. Children grew through broken maps, Adults became the same. Everyone knew who to hate, But no one knew the game. Truth became a neighborhood, A flag, a feed, a scar. And every side could prove itself By staying where they are. We ask the crowd for wisdom After feeding it the flame. Then act surprised when broken minds Elect a broken name. [Pre-Chorus] A vote can hold a country, But not teach it how to see. A hand can mark the paper, Still not know what makes it free. [Chorus] Who will hold the wheel, When the road has disappeared? Who will teach the frightened How to see beyond their fear? And we stand between the ruins, With our questions and our sparks. Still searching for a daylight With a ballot in the dark. [Verse 2] Some say, “Find a better king, A steady hand, a sharper mind.” But clever crowns are beautiful Until the son arrives behind. Some say, “Let the experts rule, With numbers clean and calm.” But facts can tell you what is true, Not what we should become. Some say, “Let the machine decide, No ego, blood, or lies.” But every perfect system hides The values in its eyes. And somewhere old Athens laughs, With names pulled from a jar: Perhaps the people need a chance To learn what people are. [Pre-Chorus 2] No system saves the people From the selves they bring along. The cleanest hands can still become The authors of the wrong. [Chorus] Who will hold the wheel, When the road has disappeared? Who will teach the frightened How to see beyond their fear? And we stand between the ruins, With our questions and our sparks. Still searching for a daylight With a ballot in the dark. [Bridge] Maybe freedom needs a classroom, Not a slogan on a wall. Maybe wisdom is a patience Most of us were never taught. We want the wound made painless, We want the storm undone. But years are built by choices That hurt before they run. And every honest leader Has to ask a hated thing: Will you lose a little now For the life that time could bring? [Final Chorus] Who will hold the wheel, When the road has disappeared? Who will teach the frightened How to see beyond their fear? And we stand between the ruins, With our questions and our sparks. Still searching for a daylight With a ballot in the dark. No crown can make us wiser, No machine can heal the heart. Only minds that learn the burden Of a ballot in the dark.
