[Verse 1] From sea to shining sea, the warning bell is rung, A house divided, cold winds through the rafters sung. They came with smiling promises and hope upon their tongue, Left borders open, work undone, the promised song unsung. [Verse 2] Look upon the cities where the sirens never sleep, Boarded doors and broken glass lie scattered in the street. They called it justice, called it kindness, called it equity, While law became a passing thought, a choice for you and me. [Pre-Chorus] When truth is bent and voices fall, Who keeps the record? Who answers the call? [Chorus] Stand, stand, when the hard winds blow, Hold fast to the roots that the years still know. Not with hate, but a steady flame, Remember the promise, remember the name. From shore to shore, let the old bells sound: A nation is more than the ground we guard. Stand, stand, through the storm and rain, Build what was broken, begin again. [Verse 3] They taught our children shame for the colors flying high, To doubt the farmer’s hands, the earth beneath the sky. They traded history’s ledger for a view that turned away, And asked the flag to bow its head for all the yesterdays. [Verse 4] They printed paper till the dollar lost its might, Called the rising cost a triumph in the fading light. A paycheck buys less every week than it could yesterday, While polished halls applaud themselves and families count the change. [Chorus] Stand, stand, when the hard winds blow, Hold fast to the roots that the years still know. Not with hate, but a steady flame, Remember the promise, remember the name. From shore to shore, let the old bells sound: A nation is more than the ground we guard. Stand, stand, through the storm and rain, Build what was broken, begin again. [Verse 5] They preach about the planet from a cabin in the sky, Fence the fields around their homes while the world goes passing by. They call the wall a hateful thing, then look away from need; When the waters rise, who bears the cost, who answers for the deed? [Bridge] Mother at the market, counting every coin, Father working double shifts, still reaching for a dawn. Veteran at the corner, carrying what he’s seen, Watching all he stood to save grow distant in between. [Verse 6] They bent the words till meaning slipped like water through a hand, Shut down honest questions; drew a line across the land. No debate, no common ground, no bell to gather near, Only voices in a chamber, feeding on our fear. [Pre-Chorus] When brothers turn and trust runs thin, We choose the work of mending, not the easy way to win. [Final Chorus] Stand, stand, when the hard winds blow, Hold fast to the roots that the years still know. Not with hate, but a steady flame, Remember the promise, remember the name. The flag is not a weapon, nor a costume for our pride; It carries those who came before, and all who gave their lives. Stand, stand, let the old bells sound: A nation is more than the ground we guard. Stand, stand, through the storm and rain, Build what was broken, begin again. [Outro] At the crossroads, weathered, torn, We wait for those who love her to rise with the morn. Not with hate, but with resolve, Remember what was built— And what we must rebuild.
