[Verse 2] Across the ocean, hear the old debate, A promise built on choices we can’t delegate. You draw the line, I see the stakes are real, A vote, a voice, a wound that time won’t heal. We’ve watched the careful words turn into smoke, While fear gets dressed up as a practical joke. No crown, no force can make the people kneel, We write the terms; we choose what’s just and real. [Chorus] Two shores, one promise, standing side by side, No borrowed truth, no place for fear to hide. Keep every voice in the room, every hand in the fight, Across the Atlantic, we guard what is right. [Verse 3] The harbor keeps the names of those who crossed, The letters home, the risks, the lives they lost. From town hall steps to chambers carved in stone, A free decision is not ours alone. When facts are bent to flatter someone's throne, We speak them plain; we don't leave truth to loan. The pact is not a flag or polished phrase, It's people choosing freedom, day by day. [Chorus] Two shores, one promise, standing side by side, No borrowed truth, no place for fear to hide. Keep every voice in the room, every hand in the fight, Across the Atlantic, we guard what is right. [Outro] No easy road, no finish line, Your vote, my voice, a shared design. Two shores, one choice, still ours to make, Democracy lives by the stand we take.
