Title: Roots in the Red Earth

(Intro: Heavy, rhythmic drum beat mimicking a heartbeat. The sound of a distant wooden flute rises, sharp and haunting, then drops into a deep, driving bass line.)

Verse 1

I am the dust of the canyon, the salt of the sea

The breath of the mountains lives inside of me.

Before the ink hit the paper, before the borders were drawn

We were the keepers of light, the singers of dawn.

They tried to bury our tongue, tried to tether our ghost

But you can’t kill the spirit that haunts the coast.

We are the Original People, the marrow in the bone

Of a land that remembers every prayer, every stone.

Chorus

Stop the hate, look into my eyes

The sun doesn’t bargain with the morning skies!

We are here, we are loud, we are the ancient flame

And no amount of silence can erase our name.

From the tundra to the tropics, we stand as one

The children of the earth, the warriors of the sun!

Verse 2

I look to my Brother, skin like the midnight hue

Stolen from his shoreline, dragged across the blue.

I look to my Sister, where the eagle meets the snake

Divided by a fence that the greedy spirits make.

African blood, Mexican heart, we share the same scar

Colonization tried to dim every single star.

They traded our freedom for a crown and a greed

But they forgot that a survivor is a resilient seed.

Bridge

The iron chains, the mission walls

The boarding schools, the hollowed halls—

They hurt us all, they bruised the soul

But they could never take control!

We heal together, we rise in the light

Ending the darkness, ending the fight.

We will not be forgotten.

We will not be moved.

Verse 3

So put down the venom, put down the pride

There’s a river of history flowing inside.

Respect the first footprint, respect the first breath

We choose the life, and we conquer the death.

Hand in hand with the displaced and the brave

We are the masters, no longer the slave.

The Americas are screaming, "Remember my name!"

The Original People are fanning the flame.

Outro

(The drums reach a thundering crescendo then suddenly stop. Only the heartbeat remains.)

We are here.

(We are here.)

We are the roots.

(We are the roots.)

One heart. One earth. No more hate.

(Final long, soaring note on the flute that fades into the sound of wind.)