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find the Dr. Steve , the Patriot Professor" here: / @drsteveturleytv [Intro – fingerstyle prelude, alternating bass] Soft steps on old stone floors of thought, A scholar hums where truth is taught, Six strings whisper, reason wakes, Each note a stand, no move he fakes. [Verse 1 – measured, flowing] By candlelight of history’s flame, He reads the past, calls out the game, Empires rise, consensus bends, The age of “normal” meets its end. Margins speak, the center shakes, A thousand years in one news break, With calm resolve, no borrowed fear, He names the change that’s drawing near. [Instrumental – classical guitar solo] [polyphonic fingerstyle, melody carried in upper voice] [Chorus – hymn-like, evolving] Hear the Patriot Professor say, The old world’s calling us home today, Not with fists, but with roots and creed, With memory, faith, and what we read. Hear the lesson the ages knew, Truth survives what power can’t do. [Verse 2 – denser rhyme, quicker cadence] Cathedrals crumble in the mind, When shallow gods demand their shrine, But nations breathe, they don’t erase, They carry soul, they keep a face. From village bell to global screen, He threads the why between the seen, A map where culture, blood, and prayer, Outlast the trends that swear they’re fair. [Instrumental – short fugue-like passage] [interweaving bass and treble, call and response] [Chorus – variation] Hear the Patriot Professor say, History’s not done, it’s just this way, Cycles turn, elites deny, But roots grow deep while slogans die. Hear the echo, old yet new, Truth survives what power can’t do. [Bridge – reflective, stripped] [pause] No shouting match, no burning street, Just patient words that won’t retreat, A library inside his tone, A man convinced we’re not alone. [soft harmonic flourish] [Verse 3 – resolute, grounded] When nations remember who they are, They don’t need idols, flags, or czars, They kneel, they sing, they build again, They teach their sons what made them men. Across the noise, across the storm, He names the shift, predicts the form, Not prophet’s fire, but scholar’s sight, A watchman in the fading light. [Final Chorus – expanded] Hear the Patriot Professor say, The future bends to those who stay, Who guard the flame, who read the past, Who know no empire’s built to last. Through every age, one thing rings true: Truth survives what power can’t do. [Outro – extended fingerstyle coda] Notes fall like leaves on ancient ground, No rush, no end, just meaning found.