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Cold Skies, Bright Torches

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Cold Skies, Bright Torches

Verse 1

On the eve of talks in desert light, the northern skies went black, A swarm of steel and static broke an energy ceasefire pact. Zelenskyy said they waited for the deepest winter sting, Kyiv’s towers shivered silent while the sirens tried to sing. On a roadside in the mines, a bus met fire and smoke, And Abu Dhabi’s careful words felt fragile as they spoke.

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Chorus

Hold on, world, to the thin bright line, Between the cold and the flame, between the wrong and the right. Headlines thunder, but the hearts still rhyme— We bend, we breathe, we carry the light.

Verse 2

Under Florida sun and whispering pines, a rifle in the rough, Ryan Routh faced judgment day; the gavel answered tough. Judge Aileen Cannon named the plot deliberate and grim, A letter left in shaking ink said, “I failed you,” thin and dim. He fell against the courtroom’s edge, a storm within his skin, And all the guards of fortune closed the circle in.

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Verse 3

Peter Mandelson took the floor, then stepped away from Lords, Epstein shadows, emails raw, and market-moving chords. The Met unsealed an inquiry into public trust betrayed, Old cables from across the sea and bailout hints conveyed. Starmer said the country’s faith was bartered in the dark, A title’s weight set down, a name that lost its spark.

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Chorus

Hold on, world, to the thin bright line, Between the cold and the flame, between the wrong and the right. Headlines thunder, but the hearts still rhyme— We bend, we breathe, we carry the light.

Verse 4

At the paper owned by Bezos, the newsroom dimmed its glow, Sports went quiet, Books fell shut, a podcast whispered low. The Middle East desk vanished like a byline in the rain, Marty Baron called it one of journalism’s hardest pains. Critics watched the handshakes and a power’s polished grin, While the Amazon beat fell silent where O’Donovan had been.

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Verse 5

A pen stroke in the West Wing ended shutters on the state, The House stitched up a fragile patch with bridges small but brave. Most halls got humming once again, with one left on a clock, While Minneapolis ghosts pressed ICE for cameras on the shock. Crossed aisles, tight margins, a bargain in the night, Demands for boundaried badges under protest’s candlelight.

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Verse 6

Then the Alps breathed out a cheer and San Siro turned to song, Mariah, Bocelli, Pausini carried winter on. Curling stones slid early, ski mountaineers took flight, Lindsey Vonn said “I’ll be there,” through tendon, heart, and fight. The pros laced up their country’s flags, Snoop lifted up the torch, Twin cauldrons lit the valleys like two sunrise-splitting forts.

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Final Chorus

Hold on, world, to the thin bright line, Between the cold and the flame, between the wrong and the right. From blackouts to bylines, from courtrooms to ice, We bend, we breathe, we carry the light.

Outro (Exciting Ending)

Let the drums roll under Milan’s stars, Let Kyiv’s windows blaze again like scars that turned to art. Raise your voice for truth that’s paid in ink and time— We’re the crowd, we’re the choir, And the torch is still on fire, We bend, we breathe, we carry the light.

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