[Verse 1 — grounded, steady, walking forward] I have seen the throne you’re sitting on The weight you wear like borrowed gold I have heard the words you turned to law Spoken sharp and cold
Yes, they built what now surrounds you Yes, they bent before the flame But the ones you call your kingdom Still remember their own name
[Pre-Chorus — quiet tension, rising] You call it power You call it rule
But power over broken people Doesn’t make you whole
[Chorus — full choir enters, strong, grounded — not aggressive] I am the hand that lifts Not the voice that tells you bow I am the breath that stays When everything falls down
You can take their fear You can claim their fall
But I will meet them where they stand
And I will raise them all
The hand that lifts The hand that lifts
[Verse 2 — stronger, presence expanding] You say they chose to kneel before you You say the altar was their own But people build from what they’re given Not always what they’ve known
And every soul you call your kingdom Every voice beneath your crown Is not yours to end or claim
Just because they’re bending down
[Pre-Chorus] You rule what breaks You rule what bends
But not everything that bends Will stay that way in the end
[Chorus] I am the hand that lifts Not the weight that pulls you low I am the voice that stays When there’s nowhere left to go
You can sit above them all You can wear the crown you claim
But I will walk beside the ones
Who refuse to stay the same
The hand that lifts The hand that lifts
[Bridge — voices enter (her “infantry”), not overwhelming, supportive] (Voices layered, distinct but unified)
You are not alone (You are not alone)
Stand (Stand)
Stand
(Elara, calm but firm) She does not own your name
(Voices swell) She does not own your name
She does not own your name
[Build]
[Final Chorus — full choir, massive presence but grounded — equal weight to Pandora] I am the hand that lifts Not the throne that pulls you under I am the voice that stays When the world splits into thunder
You can call yourself their queen You can name yourself their end
But every soul beneath your crown
Still has a choice again
The hand that lifts The hand that lifts
[Outro — quiet, direct, human] You don’t have to bow
…
You can stand “