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Straits, Runways, Screens and Snow

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Straits, Runways, Screens and Snow

Verse 1

The strait is narrowed by a war of flags, A vital artery pinched by threats and tags. Prices leapt to heights not seen in years, Strategic reserves tapped to calm the fears. A new voice in Tehran swears to hold that gate, While calls ring out to Beijing and NATO states. Whispers of escorts with the turning spring, And markets in the East feel the shuddering.

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Chorus

Hold on, world, when the ground won’t move, When the fuel runs hot and the nights won’t soothe, From barricaded waters to a silent road, We keep a little fire where the cold winds blow. Raise your hands, let the beacons glow— We are more than what the headlines show.

Verse 2

A drone kissed metal at the world’s busiest sky-crossroads, A tank lit briefly, then the runway fire slowed. No blood was spilled, but the field went still, Emirates folded wings to the siren’s will. Most arrows in the air were turned aside, Yet data halls burned and a French deck near Abu Dhabi cried. British jets keep guard in desert skies, And a Wedgetail circles where the hazard lies.

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Verse 3

Night over Kyiv shook with iron rain, Lives were lost and many learned new pain. Washington paused its peacemaking for a newer blaze, While a president warned of split and stolen days— A sanction’s softening and crude-born gain, The other front cashing in on global strain. Yet drones from the blue hit a refinery town, And along that restless line, no one stands down.

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Chorus

Verse 4

Under Hollywood’s lights, a battle by another name Took the golden crown and the guiding frame. Sinners raised its hero to a grateful scene, He thanked Coogler for the space to be seen. Hamnet’s heart found honor in a steady voice, And casting itself rose as a brand-new choice. Security was heavy after a federal war-tied warn, While jokes and tears kept the night warm.

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Verse 5

Then winter roared across Minnesota’s plain, White curtains fell on highway, farm, and train. A major road fell silent, airports lost their flow, The Guard rolled out where the drifts would grow. No-travel signs like lanterns in the gale, Semis bent like knees, and cars spun pale, While far-off towns sweated under heat’s rough hand— Two weathers fighting in a shaken land.

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Bridge

From the strait’s dark choke to the spotlight’s gleam, From a grounded jet to a powerline’s dream, From a plowhead spark to a tired patrol, We stitch these headlines to a human soul.

Final Chorus and Ending

Hold on, world, let the lighthouses sing, Let the tankers pass and the telephones ring. Light the runways, lift the grid’s low moan, Turn the stage to love and bring them home. Beat on, heart, like a convoy’s drum, Through snow and smoke, we are not undone. Throw the gates wide, let the beacons grow— Straits opening, engines rolling, curtains rising— Now go, go, go!

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