Intro]
(The sound of a dry wind howling through a ghost town. A lonely, echoing whistle plays a haunting bird call. Then—BOOM—a heavy orchestral drum hit, followed by a "twangy" Fender guitar with heavy reverb and tremolo.)
(Spoken with a deep, gravelly voice):
"I see the horizon... but a man don't cross the desert without a map. We gotta build it first."
[Verse 1]
(A Spanish guitar begins a fast, nervous "galloping" rhythm)
You looked at me and said you saw the light,
A valley of gold, a future burning bright.
You said, "I see the father of my blood in you,"
And that’s a vow, woman, I’ll die to make true.
But before those little eyes have to face the sun,
We’ve got to clean this house... before the day is done.
[Pre-Chorus]
(The bass gets heavy—a slow, pulsing heartbeat. A distant choir begins to hum a low, mournful chant.)
They deserve more than just a name and a patch of land,
They deserve a peace that we’ve built with our hands.
We can’t just give 'em life and leave the rest to fate,
We’ve got to forge our souls... before it’s too late.
[Chorus]
(The "Crescendo": The full orchestra explodes. High-pitched trumpets blare a "Deguello" motif. Cracking whips and crashing cymbals!)
Look to the present! Right here and right now!
We’ve got to heal the wounds... we’ve got to learn how!
They’re gonna need us to listen... to hear and to lead!
To wash away the ghost... and to plant a new seed!
Before the children come, let’s speak face-to-face,
And build us a kingdom... in this lonely place!
[Verse 2]
(The music drops to a single, pulsing bass note—like a ticking clock)
They’re gonna need the laws that we’re forging today,
The bitter truths that we’re struggling to say.
If we don't fix the cracks, they’ll carry the chain,
And I want 'em born free... free from our pain.
So kill your pride, and I’ll bury mine deep,
So the home that we build... is a promise we keep.
[Bridge]
(The "Showdown": The music stops. Only the sound of a pocket watch ticking... Tick... Tick... Then, a lonely, high-pitched whistle.)
One day... I’ll be the man you see in your dreams.
One day... you’ll be the mother of all that it means.
But today... it’s just you and me...
Searching for water... in a land with no tree.
[Outro]
(A soaring soprano voice sings a wordless, tragic melody. The heavy bell tolls one last time.)
I see 'em in the future...
But I need you in the now.
Let’s give 'em a world... that’s ready for the King.
Focus on us...
(The final guitar "twang" echoes and fades into the wind)
...before they ever come into this world.