[Verse 1] Cornfields sway, the sky turns gray, The news rolls in like a freight train's wail. Neighbors whisper, prayers grow thin, But the rooster crows and we rise again. [Chorus] The middle still holds, for now it does, Through the cracks and storms, we hold because This land’s been bent but it won’t fold— The middle still holds, the middle still holds. [Verse 2] Main Street's quiet, flags hang low, The diner closed where we used to go. But the kids still play on the schoolyard swings, And the church bell chimes, and the meadow sings. [Prechorus] It ain’t perfect, but it’s ours to keep, If the roots run deep, then the heart won’t sleep. [Chorus] The middle still holds, for now it does, Through the cracks and storms, we hold because This land’s been bent but it won’t fold— The middle still holds, the middle still holds. [Bridge] If the fight comes here, we'll stand our ground, For the home we’ve built, for the sacred sound. Of a child’s laugh, of the barn door creak, Of a hope so strong it don't feel weak.
