The Mirrors Crack

Composed by Melanie Bradley

(Verse 1)
The banners fly, a patriotic show
A promised land where only one voice can grow
The headlines change with every single hour
A gilded city, built on stolen power
The streets are loud with people taking sides
With tangled truths and carefully crafted lies
And in the quiet corners, the whispered words are told
Of a future that was sold for stories made of gold.

(Chorus)
The island’s dark, a secret on the sea
A truth that floats for all the world to see
They say that power keeps the guilty safe and warm
While all the rest of us just weather out the storm
The mirrors crack, the promises turn to dust
A nation’s hope replaced with fear and distrust.