Theme song for the book "Trump's Superpower" by Johanna Neuman.
LYRICS
Verse 1
They came down through the morning light,
Past the clouds and chapel bells,
To see the land they dreamed about
And hear the stories time would tell.
They walked beneath the marble halls,
Where old words still remain,
And wondered if the fire they lit
Could ever burn again.
Pre-Chorus
They saw the flags, they saw the crowds,
They heard the anger in the square.
They saw a nation torn in two,
Still asking if the dream was there.
Chorus
When the Founders came home,
They found a country on its knees,
Still reaching for the promise
Of the brave and of the free.
When the Founders came home,
They saw the scars, they saw the flame,
And whispered, “America, remember who you are,
And rise again in freedom’s name.”
Verse 2
Franklin saw the city lights,
And whispered, “What a world you’ve made.”
While Washington stood quiet there,
Beneath the flag their hands had made.
Jefferson faced the questions
That history would not hide.
Mercy spoke of liberty
With courage at her side.
Hamilton heard the thunder
Of a new debate begin,
And said the soul of this republic
Must be fought for once again.
Pre-Chorus 2
They did not come for statues,
They did not come for praise.
They came to ask the living
What we’d done with all their days.
Chorus
When the Founders came home,
They found a country on its knees,
Still reaching for the promise
Of the brave and of the free.
When the Founders came home,
They saw the scars, they saw the flame,
And whispered, “America, remember who you are,
And rise again in freedom’s name.”
Bridge
Freedom is not silent,
It argues and it stands.
It lives in every generation
That still reaches out its hands.
The past was never perfect,
The work was never done.
But the light inside the promise
Can still shine for everyone.
So hold the line with honor,
Speak the truth with grace.
A republic is a living thing
We guard from age to age.
Final Chorus
When the Founders came home,
They found the dream still breathing here,
Beneath the noise, beneath the wounds,
Beneath the doubt and fear.
When the Founders came home,
They saw a people still the same,
Still born to chase the better angels,
Still called by freedom’s name.
So let the old bells ring,
Let the stars and stripes still fly.
America, remember,
The dream was meant to rise.
Outro
Two hundred fifty years have passed,
But the question still remains:
Will we keep the sacred promise,
And rise again in freedom’s name?
