Verse 1) In the heartland, fields once golden, Now the story’s swiftly unfoldin’, China’s whispers in the night, Buying up our dreams in broad daylight.

Factories hum to a foreign tune, As dollars vanish with the moon, Promises made, promises kept, But at what price, are we adept?

(Chorus) China’s hands grip tight, Buying up our day and night, Companies, factories, and farm lands too, In this game, who’ll pay the due?

(Verse 2) The auctioneer’s gavel falls, As our legacy, they slowly haul, Boardrooms echo with Mandarin, As we wonder where it all began.

Fertile soil beneath their feet, Trading futures, our heartbeat, The land that once was ours to till, Now measured in dollars, the price, the bill.

(Chorus) China’s hands grip tight, Buying up our day and night, Companies, factories, and farm lands too, In this game, who’ll pay the due?

(Bridge) From coast to coast, the whispers spread, Of a nation’s future, cloaked in red, But in the heartland, beneath the sky, A voice rises, asking why.

(Verse 3) For every dollar, what’s the cost? As our independence becomes lost, In the ledger of global trade, Is there a balance, yet to be made?

With every deal, a piece is sold, But the story’s not yet fully told, For in the land of the brave and free, Hope still blooms like a prairie sea.

(Chorus) China’s hands grip tight, Buying up our day and night, Companies, factories, and farm lands too, But in the end, what will we do?

(Outro) So let the song ring out tonight, Of the struggles, the losses, the fight, For in the land of the free, the brave, We’ll stand together, strong and saved.