[Intro]
Six in the morning
Steam from the pot
Chalk on the shutters
A list of what we’ve got

[Verse 1]
Mara runs the clinic table
Nadia maps the safest routes
Jonah brings the loading trolleys
Eli checks the doors and roofs
Tom takes bread to Tower Seven
Then returns without a speech
Every task is written clearly
Every name is within reach

[Pre-Chorus]
No office stamp, no anthem played
No smiling portrait, no parade
A hundred ordinary hands
Do what the absent city cannot

[Chorus]
Our hands are still our own
Though the wages and the rooms are gone
Our hands are still our own
They can lift, repair and carry on
Empty hands can share the weight
Empty hands can open gates
They took nearly all we owned
But our hands are still our own

[Verse 2]
Drivers stop the depot engines
Cleaners lock the towers down
Nurses leave emergency cover
Then walk together through the town
Factory workers guard the kitchens
Teenagers deliver news
Tenants mark the empty buildings
No one waits to be approved

[Pre-Chorus]
The government declares the square
A restricted zone for public care
Jonah laughs and folds the page
“The public lives already there”

[Chorus]
Our hands are still our own
Though the wages and the rooms are gone
Our hands are still our own
They can lift, repair and carry on
Empty hands can share the weight
Empty hands can open gates
They took nearly all we owned
But our hands are still our own

[Drum Break]
A steady floor-tom march gathers voices from different streets

[Bridge]
Mara packs the final gauze
Eli leaves his medals in a drawer
Nadia ties the pale cloth strip
Around the cracked megaphone
Tom asks, “What if they attack?”
Jonah says, “Then we protect
Not statues, flags or office walls—
The people standing at our backs”

[Build-up]
Bring the water
Bring the bread
Bring the names
Bring the injured
Bring the living
Bring the dead in memory

[Final Chorus]
Our hands are still our own
Every scar and broken bone
Our hands are still our own
No command can make them throw a stone
They can build a place to eat
They can raise the ones who bleed
They took nearly all we owned
But our hands are still our own
Our hands are still our own
And tomorrow takes them to the square

[Outro]
The factory gate rolls open wide
No column, rank or marching guide
Only neighbors in the rain
Carrying what the city needs