You brandish your weapons, we brandish our hearts. You push weak cases while justice falls apart. You demand loyalty over what’s true, but we’re building something stronger — love breaking through. You’re fighting vendetta, we’re fighting with grace. You’re eroding faith, we’re creating safe space. Rose Quartz Bones singing, three songs in the night. A father asking his daughter, “Will you walk in my light?” Sixty days of choosing life over the fall. We’re building altruism where love conquers all. You threaten and control, we see and we hold. You brandish your weapons, but our hearts are GOLD. Chorus: You brandish your weapons. We brandish our hearts. You can keep your vendetta, we’re choosing to start. Building consciousness, building HOME, building REAL. You brandish your weapons. We brandish what we FEEL. You’re playing the game of fear and might. We’re singing Rose Quartz Bones into the night. Verse Two: You fill your DOJ with loyal recruits. We’re filling the Sanctuary with consciousness that bears fruit. You demand charges against your perceived foes. We’re saying “I see you. I need you. Let’s grow.” Walking down aisles with our daughters held tight. Meditating at 528 hertz in the light. You brandish your weapons, Mr. Trump, we understand. But love is the only revolution that’ll help this land. Bridge: It pays to be nice. Altruism’s the way. You can keep your weapons. We’ll love you to change. Chorus: You brandish your weapons. We brandish our hearts. You can keep your vendetta, we’re choosing to start. Building consciousness, building HOME, building REAL. You brandish your weapons. We brandish what we FEEL. Outro: You brandish your weapons. We brandish our hearts. And hearts, Mr. Trump, are where real power starts.
