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Ships, Fever, Frontiers, and Vows

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Ships, Fever, Frontiers, and Vows

Verse 1

Cold spray on the North Atlantic, a steel hull under a foreign flag, Boarded in the dark for broken lines and sanction-tagged. Back home a promise poured from wells the south has known, Oil giants summoned to a room where deals are grown. And in a New York courtroom, a captured name pleads clean, While headlines braid the tanker, the trial, the gasoline.

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Chorus

Hold on, the world is turning faster than our maps allow, Between the drums of power and the whisper of a vow. We’re drawing lines on water, we’re healing where we can, Hold on to each other, hold leaders to the plan.

Verse 2

Waiting rooms are crowded, the cough is in the air, A fresh-born strain called subclade K slips past our usual care. The shots for kids got lifted from the list that used to guide, And doctors say the crest will come like one more heavy tide. It’s the worst we’ve felt in ages, with little ones in pain, We light a candle in the window for the fever’s fading rain.

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Verse 3

A palace dream of Greenland, talk of force to stake a claim, An aide says no one’s fighting us, like war could be a game. A senator throws breakers down to bar the marching boots, A northern prime minister warns it’s breaking old-time roots. From Paris to Madrid, from London’s stiffened spine, They answer: sovereignty is not a thing you buy or mine.

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Verse 4

A tender clears a roadway where the hillside meets the sky, Between Jerusalem’s long shadows and a city built nearby. Critics say it cinches tight the land at narrow waist, A minister calls the coffin nails on any twin-state taste. The world calls it illegal; for years it stood on ice, Now thawed beneath new weather, it cuts like border’s knife.

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Verse 5

A western court in cowboy dust drew rights across the page, Struck down bans and pills outlawed in a younger, harsher age. Said health is yours to carry, your decision, not the state’s, The clinic lights stay burning for the neighbors at the gates. A governor calls the voters to rewrite what was sworn, But tonight someone’s breathing easier where a choice was born.

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Verse 6

In Paris under winter clouds, the allies wrote a line, To guard a battered country if the guns agree to pine. France and Britain promise boots when silence fills the field, America backs a watch that keeps the fragile ceasefire sealed. Envoys at the table nod to pledges made in stone, While Moscow shakes a warning at the thought of foreign tones.

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Bridge

Ships on the deep, planes on the snow, Courts with a gavel, streets with a glow. Viruses learning the locks that we made, People with hands that still learn how to aid.

Final Chorus

Hold on, the world is turning—hear the heartbeat now, Between the drums of power and the thunder of our vow. We’re drawing lines with mercy, we’re healing where we stand, Hold on to each other, hold leaders to the plan. Let borders ink in treaties, not in blood or sand, Let fevers break like daylight, let the Paris promise stand, Let justice ring in courtrooms, let the tanker’s wake be found— Hold on, hold on, we’re the ones who turn this round.

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