[Intro]
[Clean guitar and pipe organ play the ON AIR motif upward for the first time while solo cello answers below.]

[Verse 1]
They boarded windows in the tower,
Changed the logo within an hour.
Owners testified with care,
Claimed no knowledge, placed no blame there.
Jonah waited for his trial,
Letters stacked in every aisle.
Mara rented two bare rooms,
Second floor above the fumes.

[Pre-Chorus]
One old desk, four borrowed lights,
Local records, sleepless nights.
No sponsor wall, no private stair—
Just names and sources posted there.

[Chorus]
Broadcast the fire, not the smoke they sell.
Name every hand on the silencing bell.
Broadcast the fire; let the cold rooms warm.
A free press is shelter before it is storm.
The red light is no monster when the people own the wire.
Keep watch, keep record—broadcast the fire.

[Verse 2]
The anchor came without his tie,
Set his glasses down and sighed.
“I spoke their words and wore their name.
Give me work that earns the shame.”
A student checked the payment trail.
A widow brought unopened mail.
The sound engineer repaired
Three old microphones they shared.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every claim received a line:
What we know and cannot find.
Every source could challenge print.
Every doubt remained in ink.

[Chorus]
Broadcast the fire, not the smoke they sell.
Name every hand on the silencing bell.
Broadcast the fire; let the cold rooms warm.
A free press is shelter before it is storm.
The red light is no monster when the people own the wire.
Keep watch, keep record—broadcast the fire.

[Instrumental]
[Solo cello carries Jonah’s melody while clean guitar, pipe organ and floor toms gradually assemble the ascending motif.]

[Bridge]
[Baritone: Jonah]
Jonah wrote from County Four:
“Do not build another tower.
Do not make a saint of me.
Keep the minutes. Publish fees.
Question friends as hard as foes.
Mark what no reporter knows.

[Break]
No sacred desk.
No flawless guide.
No owner trusted
From inside.

[Buildup]
The new red lamp began to shine,
Not an eye above the line—
A promise made before the feed:
We show our work. We name our need.

[Final Chorus]
Broadcast the fire, not the smoke they sell.
Name every hand on the silencing bell.
Broadcast the fire; let the cold rooms warm.
A free press is shelter before it is storm.
The red light is no monster when the people own the wire.
Keep watch, keep record—broadcast the fire.

[Choir]
Check the page.
Guard the name.
Show the source.
Correct the claim.

[Outro]
The camera opened, plain and wide.
No hidden counsel stood beside.
Mara counted three, then two—
The red light rose.
The word came through.
