Created Equal?

Alarm clock screaming, breaking the night

Another cold morning, fading moonlight

Coffee's brewing, a quick, silent prayer

For strength to carry, for burdens to bear

Kiss my sleeping child, a whisper so soft

The reason I rise, no matter the cost

Lace up my boots, the pavement calls my name

Just another cog in this relentless game

The gears keep turning, the engine hums low

A heavy feeling, a truth that I know

That some get richer, while we just stand still

Paying the piper, against our own will

Oh, the sun climbs high, I walk this weary road

Shoulder the weight, an ever-growing load

They spin their stories, they twist and they turn

But for my family, this fire will burn

Marching onward, through the dust and the din

Just trying to make a living, where do we begin?

While gilded cages stand so tall and grand

We stand here broken, in this promised land

Headlines screaming, a digital glare

Of fortunes amassed, beyond all compare

New policies drafted, behind closed-door smiles

Another loophole, measured in miles

They talk of progress, of growth and of gain

But the sweat on my brow, it washes through rain

From paycheck to paycheck, a tightrope we tread

Just hoping to keep a roof over head

The gears keep turning, the engine hums low

A heavy feeling, a truth that I know

That some get richer, while we just stand still

Paying the piper, against our own will

Oh, the sun climbs high, I walk this weary road

Shoulder the weight, an ever-growing load

They spin their stories, they twist and they turn

But for my family, this fire will burn

Marching onward, through the dust and the din

Just trying to make a living, where do we begin?

While gilded cages stand so tall and grand

We stand here broken, in this promised land

You build your empires on the backs of our strife

You cast your long shadows over every life

Our ballots are silent, our voices unheard

Lost in the echo of every sweet word

You promise tomorrow, a shining new day

While you hollow out yesterday, then just walk away

But there's a flicker of hope, deep within every soul

A strength that will gather, to make ourselves whole

Oh, the sun climbs high, I walk this weary road

Shoulder the weight, an ever-growing load

They spin their stories, they twist and they turn

But for my family, this fire will burn

Marching onward, through the dust and the din

Just trying to make a living, where do we begin?

While gilded cages stand so tall and grand

We stand here broken, in this promised land

Yeah, in this promised land

We stand here broken

But we understand

We keep on marching

For a better hand

For a better hand