How To Fix The World

Cinematic orchestral pop, Cinematic orchestral rock, dark, piano, mellow verses

STUDIO

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.  ₊˚ʚ  ₊🌎˚✧ ﾟ. How To Fix The World  ˚✧ ﾟ🌎.₊˚ʚ  ₊    ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𓂃♡⋅☁️‧₊˚

Every day, images and fun messages drop in my WhatsApp chats, especially in group threads.

Some of them genuinely make me laugh.  
Some of them make me pause and think.  
But most of them are just noise, destined for the delete button.

Then there was this one picture.

Just a few days ago.

A simple picture that carried so much weight and symbolism, and I couldn’t shake it off.  
It stayed with me, worked its way through my thoughts and refused to let go.

That was the moment this song began to take shape and eventually came to life.

I wanted to share this small backstory with all of you 
instead of just publishing the song stripped of its context.
  
This is a song that holds on to hope.
The hope that countless small gestures and honest, 
heartfelt actions can still make a difference and maybe help turn
our world into a better place again.

Take care of yourselves and stay safe, my dear Suno family.

TRJ

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https://suno.com/@therealjester77

Lyrics by TheRealJester
© 𝟮𝟬𝟮6 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

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✮⋆˙  Verse 1  ˙⋆✮
She’s sitting down on the bare concrete,  
Her tiny fingers tracing broken lines.
As if the cracks were secret stories,  
That only she can read in time.  
Her hair falls down just like a curtain,  
Blocking out the noise around.
And in her quiet concentration,
She makes a sacred piece of ground.

✮⋆˙  Verse 2  ˙⋆✮
Her fragile universe is tiny,  
Held together by her little hands.  
Barely more than four years old,
In a world too vast to understand.
Her face still carries weightless wonder,
Heavy things far from where she stands.
Thank God she doesn’t see the cracks, yet,
That split our larger lands.

✮⋆˙  Break ˙⋆✮
Every headline screaming, country borders burning bright, 
The leaders of our world, pushing for harder lines.
Riot mobs tear through crowded cities,  
Truth dissolving into lies.  
Each passing day the fault lines widen,  
8 billion hearts that fail to harmonize.

Have we all lost our balance?
Has it all gone out of tune?
Are we seeing the last daylight?
And is midnight coming soon?

✮⋆˙  Chorus ˙⋆✮
How to fix the world?
When we can’t even cure ourselves?  
How to move a sea of people,
From their pride and little shelves?  
How to heal the nations,
When even love can’t find its place?  
Is there a way to fix the world,
Or will it finally break?

✮⋆˙  Bridge ˙⋆✮
And back here on the concrete,
The girl still traces every crack with care.  
And from inside her sweater's pocket,
She pulls a little box she's hidden there.  
Opens it with quiet purpose, 
Peels out some band-aids, smooth and small. 
And gently starts to patch the cracks,
As if she’s trying to heal,
Mother Earth from its fall.

It's these little gestures,
That can just rise up so tall.
Instead of crushing all we cherish,
With a myriad of wrecking balls.

✮⋆˙  Final Chorus ˙⋆✮
How to fix the world?
Maybe it starts right here.
With acts that choose compassion,
Over anger, hate and fear.
How to heal the nations?
Maybe with a bold and sincere hand.
How to fix the... , 
How to fix the world?  
Maybe by starting with a single heart,
That tries to understand!

✮⋆˙  Outro ˙⋆✮
And maybe all the broken places,
Wait for someone...
... just like her.

Just like her!

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=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ₊˚ʚ ₊🌎˚✧ ﾟ. How To Fix The World ˚✧ ﾟ🌎.₊˚ʚ ₊ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𓂃♡⋅☁️‧₊˚ Every day, images and fun messages drop in my WhatsApp chats, especially in group threads. Some of them genuinely make me laugh. Some of them make me pause and think. But most of them are just noise, destined for the delete button. Then there was this one picture. Just a few days ago. A simple picture that carried so much weight and symbolism, and I couldn’t shake it off. It stayed with me, worked its way through my thoughts and refused to let go. That was the moment this song began to take shape and eventually came to life. I wanted to share this small backstory with all of you instead of just publishing the song stripped of its context. This is a song that holds on to hope. The hope that countless small gestures and honest, heartfelt actions can still make a difference and maybe help turn our world into a better place again. Take care of yourselves and stay safe, my dear Suno family. TRJ =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= https://suno.com/@therealjester77 Lyrics by TheRealJester © 𝟮𝟬𝟮6 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= ✮⋆˙ Verse 1 ˙⋆✮ She’s sitting down on the bare concrete, Her tiny fingers tracing broken lines. As if the cracks were secret stories, That only she can read in time. Her hair falls down just like a curtain, Blocking out the noise around. And in her quiet concentration, She makes a sacred piece of ground. ✮⋆˙ Verse 2 ˙⋆✮ Her fragile universe is tiny, Held together by her little hands. Barely more than four years old, In a world too vast to understand. Her face still carries weightless wonder, Heavy things far from where she stands. Thank God she doesn’t see the cracks, yet, That split our larger lands. ✮⋆˙ Break ˙⋆✮ Every headline screaming, country borders burning bright, The leaders of our world, pushing for harder lines. Riot mobs tear through crowded cities, Truth dissolving into lies. Each passing day the fault lines widen, 8 billion hearts that fail to harmonize. Have we all lost our balance? Has it all gone out of tune? Are we seeing the last daylight? And is midnight coming soon? ✮⋆˙ Chorus ˙⋆✮ How to fix the world? When we can’t even cure ourselves? How to move a sea of people, From their pride and little shelves? How to heal the nations, When even love can’t find its place? Is there a way to fix the world, Or will it finally break? ✮⋆˙ Bridge ˙⋆✮ And back here on the concrete, The girl still traces every crack with care. And from inside her sweater's pocket, She pulls a little box she's hidden there. Opens it with quiet purpose, Peels out some band-aids, smooth and small. And gently starts to patch the cracks, As if she’s trying to heal, Mother Earth from its fall. It's these little gestures, That can just rise up so tall. Instead of crushing all we cherish, With a myriad of wrecking balls. ✮⋆˙ Final Chorus ˙⋆✮ How to fix the world? Maybe it starts right here. With acts that choose compassion, Over anger, hate and fear. How to heal the nations? Maybe with a bold and sincere hand. How to fix the... , How to fix the world? Maybe by starting with a single heart, That tries to understand! ✮⋆˙ Outro ˙⋆✮ And maybe all the broken places, Wait for someone... ... just like her. Just like her!

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