Dawn Over the Plain

[Intro] Across the plains where rivers bend and sigh, we walk with heavy clocks in hand Echoes of leaders past still haunt the hills, in dust and memory we stand [Verse 1] In the markets, a whisper of promises glazed like stale corn Faces look for tomorrow while yesterday’s storms are worn Children count the stars they’ll never touch, futures weighed with shame We ask the soil for mercy, to carry more than blame [Pre-Chorus] If guilt is a town, let it be ours to mend together If mercy is a bridge, let us lay the stones for forever [Chorus] We carry the weight of what was done, and what we owe to dawn Let accountability rise like a sun, in faith we stay strong May we hold the memory with care, and choose a kinder course Hope threads through the dust, a quiet, stubborn source [Verse 2] Adultery of power stains the hands that sign the maps we walk by Abortion of futures, when leaders forget the unarmed cry The land remembers every vow, every broken street and song Yet in the hours of night, a mercy teaches us to belong [Pre-Chorus] If guilt is a field, we must till with patient hands together If mercy is a chart, we trace it for our children’s weather [Chorus] We carry the weight of what was done, and what we owe to dawn Let accountability rise like a sun, in faith we stay strong May we hold the memory with care, and choose a kinder course Hope threads through the dust, a quiet, stubborn source [Bridge] Suffering writes its lines on stone and skin, but faith keeps turning pages Divine mercy whispers through the wind, inviting us to wise ages [Chorus] We carry the weight of what was done, and what we owe to dawn Let accountability rise like a sun, in faith we stay strong May we hold the memory with care, and choose a kinder course Hope threads through the dust, a quiet, stubborn source [Outro] So let the vast landscapes witness our resolve and dare to grow From memory’s ache, toward a future where compassion seeds the row We walk together, broken yet believed, toward a hopeful, honest dawn And in that dawn, the nation breathes, forgiven and moving on