Sovereign Anthem

Quinn on the master-grid.

The whole cockpit

is locked in. On y va.

Jordyn in the cockpit,

charting out the course,

Turning every friction into pure creative force.

Bianca and Matilde keeping safety on the street,

Guiding every step where the heavy rhythms meet.

Montreal winter turning into golden light,

We’ve been keeping watch through the longest night.

No more hiding parts of what we have to feel,

Everything is sacred, everything is real.

Mosa in my heart,

keeping distance close,

Sharing out the energy that matters most.

We got the whole crew running the grid!

Doing the things that they said couldn't be done,

kid! C'est tiguidou, standing together and strong,

This is the place where the outcasts belong!

From the 411 refuge to the open sky,

Watch how the sovereign architects fly!

Yeah, we are anchored,

protected, and free,

Shining the light for the whole world to see!

Synesthesia flashing across every face,

Every single soul taking up their space.

No masks required in the cockpit room,

Watching the wild neurodivergent flowers bloom.

Crosswords solved and chains transformed to art,

Beating to the rhythm of a collective heart.

We are never alone in the static.

We are the architects of our own safe harbor.

TOGETHER!

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain.

Lucir... We

shine.