Folded Flags #22 Too Many Challenge

🚨🚨LISTEN ON SPOTIFY 🚨🚨 https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/artist/0sNdf58Lah7xOGvspeJFlM This song comes with a debt of gratitude to @kaos0311. Thank you for turning your song into a call, for creating this challenge and giving us all a reason to face a truth that so many would rather look away from. Your lyrics are powerful, raw, and necessary, they remind us that behind every number there is a name, a family, a story that matters. Original message from Kaos0311 ~ @kaos0311 [🚨Challenge🚨 ] So I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I’ve seen a lot of good challenges out here and I’ve seen a lot of people put good effort into it, but I didn’t feel that I had the people paying enough attention to my page to post until now and I see how 🫶🏼supportive🫶🏼that all of you are I would like to present 🇺🇸22 a day challenge 🇺🇸 to create music that brings awareness to the 22 Veterans a day who commit suicide in America because 🩸22 is too many. Original song: https://suno.com/song/d871b441-5bba-409e-883d-a64257393707 [Intro, spoken, energic] Rougarou don’t sleep… and neither do I. We’re buryin’ too many wolves before their time. (Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about, brothers and sisters…) [Verse 1] That bayou fog rolls thick, but it ain’t hidin’ no truth, Every sunrise we’re losin’ more of our proof. Men and women bled for that flag we wave, Now they’re drownin’ in silence, diggin’ their own grave. Uncle Sam taught us how to fight, how to kill, how to die… But he never taught us how to wrestle with the demons inside. (You feel me tonight? You know what I mean?) [Chorus] Twenty-two a day… tell me how the hell that’s alright? In the land of the free, we’re still losin’ this fight. You call it freedom, but it feels like shame When the ones who bought it are the ones in the flame. Raise your voice, break the silence, we can’t look away, ‘Cause twenty-two ain’t the price we should pay. (Sing it with me now… twenty-two ain’t the price we should pay!) [Verse 2] My brother called last night, said the barrel looked kind, I heard the war in his voice, ghosts gnawin’ his mind. No headline, no ticker tape parade, Just another folded flag, another promise betrayed. We built this country on their sweat, their scars, And let ‘em slip away alone in the dark. (Can’t let that happen no more, no more!) [Verse 3] Some wear ink on their wrist, that mark “IGY6,” Silent code that says: I got your six. It ain’t just a tattoo, it’s a lifeline shown, A battle buddy standin’ so you ain’t alone. When the shadows start whisperin’, draggin’ you down, That mark means somebody will turn it around. (We turn it around together tonight!) [Chorus] Twenty-two a day… tell me how the hell that’s alright? In the land of the free, we’re still losin’ this fight. You call it freedom, but it feels like shame When the ones who bought it are the ones in the flame. Raise your voice, break the silence, we can’t look away, ‘Cause twenty-two ain’t the price we should pay. [Bridge] I done seen the battlefield. I done buried friends younger than my son. This ain’t no number… This is blood. This is names. And America… (You don’t get to sleep through this one!) [Final Chorus] Twenty-two a day, hell no, that ain’t right, In the home of the brave, we ain’t losin’ this fight. Light a candle, raise a hand, stand tall, ‘Cause not one more wolf gonna answer that call. We’ll fight for the fallen, for the livin’ today, ‘Cause twenty-two ain’t the price we should pay. (Lemme hear you shout it back, ain’t the price we should pay!) [Outro] (spoken, with crowd call-and-response feel) Listen up… this ain’t just about uniforms and dog tags. It’s about sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, neighbors. Veterans carry heavy loads… but they ain’t the only ones. (You know it’s true, right?) Depression, silence, suicide, it creeps into every damn corner. So don’t just wave a flag and clap at a parade. Open your eyes. Watch your people. If you see the weight hangin’ on somebody… Don’t turn away. Don’t say “they’ll be fine.” (Be the one who steps in! Be the hand that pulls ‘em back!) ‘Cause the fight ain’t over when the war ends. And no one, no veteran, no friend, no stranger Should have to battle that darkness alone. (We’re in this together, tonight and always!)