Beyond The Banner

[Verse 1]
President’s insulting presidents
Talking like we’re teams at war
Every word a little weapon
Every broadcast draws a line on the floor
I’m tired of the headlines yelling
Like they know my enemies
But when you’re lying on that stretcher
You don’t ask what party bleeds
[Chorus]
Bones are white and blood is red
That’s the color of us all in the end
I don’t care about your banner or your bed
You’re my sister
You’re my brother
Not a threat
Not a test
Bones are white and blood is red
I just need my stubborn heart to remember that
Eyes need to see beyond the flag
Beyond the skin
’Cause that’s the only way we ever win
[Verse 2]
Hate breeds hate in the hallway
Kids repeat what grown folks say
Pointing fingers like loaded questions
Like you’re guilty for the name you gave
But I’ve held a stranger’s hand
On a night they almost slipped away
Didn’t ask where they were from
Only begged that they could stay
[Chorus]
Bones are white and blood is red
That’s the color of us all in the end
I don’t care about your banner or your bed
You’re my sister
You’re my brother
Not a threat
Not a test
Bones are white and blood is red
I just need my stubborn heart to remember that
Eyes need to see beyond the fear
Beyond the spin
’Cause that’s the only way we ever win
[Bridge]
What if the first thing we see
Is the hurt you hide
Same hurt in me
What if the line in the sand
Is just a line in our heads (let it end, let it end)
[Chorus]
Bones are white and blood is red
That’s the color of us all in the end
I don’t care about your banner or your bed
You’re my sister
You’re my brother
Not a threat
Not a test
Bones are white and blood is red
I just need my stubborn heart to remember that
Eyes need to see beyond the bruise
Beyond the skin
’Cause that’s the only way we ever win

Modern soulful pop with male vocals; intimate piano and warm bass in the verse, then drums and airy pads lift the chorus. Hook leans on a tight rhythmic chant, with soft gospel-style backing harmonies on key lines. Dynamic arc from reflective to anthemic, ending on a gentle, hopeful drop-out with just voice and piano.