Spirit of Party

Verse 1
I crossed a restless river for a promise not yet made
Watched a fragile union rise from every debt we paid
But I see the shadows gathering behind a banner’s name
Where loyalty is traded just to win a fleeting game

Pre-Chorus
Voices turn to thunder, not to reason but to spite
Truth becomes a casualty when wrong is dressed as right

Chorus
Oh, the spirit of party, tearing us apart
Turns brother into stranger, draws a line across the heart
We were meant for something higher than the power to divide
If we lose the common good, we lose the dream we tried

Verse 2
I warned of quiet dangers in the cheers of separate sides
How ambition wears a smile while it quietly divides
They’ll build their thrones on anger, on the fears they help create
And claim to serve the people while they twist the hand of fate

Pre-Chorus
Councils fall to chaos, every voice becomes a war
And the truth gets drowned beneath what we are fighting for

Chorus
Oh, the spirit of party, blinding every eye
Turns reason into weapon, turns the truth into a lie
We were bound by common purpose, not the colors that we claim
If we trade our unity, we set the world aflame

Bridge
Foreign whispers in the wind, pulling strings we cannot see
While we fight among ourselves, we surrender quietly
And revenge becomes the ruler of decisions that we make
Till the freedom that we cherish is the first thing that we break

Breakdown
Not by force, but by division
Not by kings, but our own ambition
Piece by piece, we give away
Everything we swore to save

Final Chorus
Oh, the spirit of party, hear my final plea
Don’t let hatred write the future of a nation meant to be
We are stronger standing side by side, not torn apart by pride
Guard the union with your heart—keep the whole alive

Outro
I leave you with a warning in the twilight of my days
Unity’s the only light that guides a nation through the haze
Let no faction claim your soul, no banner steal your sight
For the republic’s fragile flame still needs your steady light.

Folk-rock with orchestral touches—earnest, somber, and patriotic, like a modern historical ballad.