Where April Keeps the Grass Verse 1 Where is the April meadow now, The emerald place I used to know? I need its arms around my soul Before the winter starts to grow. Life hides its blades beneath each season, Wrapped in beauty, dressed in light. One gentle dream begins to blossom... A thousand swords erase the night. Pre-Chorus Still I carry One unbroken prayer. That hope survives Somewhere beyond despair. Chorus Take me where the green grass knows my name, Where hearts still burn with an honest flame. Where kindness grows like wildflowers after rain, And no child learns the language of pain. Take me home... Beyond the kingdoms built on fear. Where love is louder than the war we hear, And every sunrise whispers, "You are safe here." Verse 2 I miss a land that smells of blossoms, Of saffron fields and morning dew. A place where strangers become brothers, Simply because their hearts are true. They sleep beneath the open heavens, Holding nothing they can own. Fed by love instead of riches... Never walking life alone. Pre-Chorus Teach me the science Of forgiving hands. Show me the road No tyrant understands. Chorus Take me where the green grass knows my name, Where mercy flows like rivers after rain. Where envy dies before it's ever born, And broken souls are gently carried home. Take me home... Where no blind armies choose our fate. Where children never have to learn to hate. Where every heartbeat sings, "It's not too late." Bridge If the world keeps building walls, I'll become the climbing vine. If darkness writes another chapter, I'll answer with another line. Let every wound become a garden, Every tear become the sea. One day someone searching for tomorrow... Will find their way through me. Final Chorus Take me where the green grass knows my name, Where hope survives beyond the flame. If I must wander every road alone, I'll carry April in my soul. For no sword is stronger than compassion, No empire greater than one heart. And even if this world forgets its kindness... I'll never let mine fall apart. Outro Somewhere... April is still waiting. And the grass... Is still green.
