Americans, One People, One Name

[Verse 1] What has been taking place within our great United States of America over the past decade?

Piece by piece, our democracy is being dismantled by those few in power.

They care nothing about America, only what they can pillage from its people.

They wrap themselves in leadership, wear titles and offices like shining armor,

while they quietly strip rights from the governed.

[Verse 2] They promote hatred. They stoke prejudice.

They sharpen discrimination into a weapon. A distraction. A smoke screen.

A cover story for the same old plan. To weaken the people.

To divide the citizens. To break the promise of a free nation.

To turn fear into policy. To turn neighbors into enemies.

To turn power against the very people who granted it.

[Pre-Chorus] We are the only country on this earth where, regardless of our national heritage,

we come together as Americans. Not Indian. Not French. Not Smolian. Not German. Not Arab.

Not Catholic. Not Protestant. Not Jewish. Not Muslim.

Not any single bloodline or belief. But one people. One American family.

Americans, with the right to freedom of religion, to live our faith or our doubt, without fear of our own government.

[Chorus] Americans. One people. One flag.

Americans. One people. One name. Freedom of religion.

Freedom of life. Freedom of every voice raised in dissent or in praise.

Americans. One people. One name.

Joined not by origin, but by a shared oath to liberty.

[Verse 3] With the exception of Native Americans, we are all immigrants.

All of us. Every one of us. Immigrants and Native Americans stand beneath the same promise:

Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.

Yet the words at our harbor grow hollow when legal immigrants are treated as suspects, as burdens,

not as the tired and the poor we once vowed to welcome.

[Pre-Chorus] That promise does not belong to one bloodline. It belongs to the governed.

It belongs to the people. It belongs to all of us. Or it belongs to no one.

We decide, with every law, with every vote,

with every silence, whether that promise still lives.

[Bridge] Listen to the words we carved in bronze. The statement on the Statue of Liberty.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, with conquering limbs astride from land to land;

here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning,

and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!"

cries she with silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

Today, that lamp flickers. Today, that welcome is questioned.

Today, we must choose whether those words are history

on a plaque or a living promise we still intend to keep.

[Final Chorus] We hold these truths to be self-evident:

that all are created equal, that rights are unalienable,

that government exists to secure them, not to steal them, not to erase them, not to divide us.

Americans. One people. One flag.

Americans. One people. One name.

From the First Amendment, freedom of speech, religion, press, assembly, petition;

to the right to keep and bear arms; to every safeguard against unchecked power— these are not gifts from rulers.

They are guarantees for citizens. They are boundaries around government. Americans.

One people. One name.

Guardians of a charter written in struggle, entrusted to our hands.

[Outro] The Bill of Rights, our core civil liberties, stands between the citizen and overreach.

The right to speak, to worship, to gather, to be secure in our homes, our papers, our lives.

The right to due process, to a fair trial, to be judged by a jury of peers, not by the whims of power.

We hold these truths and we hold this responsibility. To remember. To resist. To rebuild. Not as factions.

Not as strangers. But as American citizens.

Americans. Beside the golden door, refusing to let the light go out.