Spring is in the air,

love is opening its buds,

yet life is rarely fair —

the earth still bleeds from its wounds.

(music: soft, flowing; last line “wounds” slightly emphasized)

Our little lives,

hidden behind lies,

slowly open their eyes

while truth passes by.

(music rises slightly; emphasize “eyes” and “by”; short pauses between lines)

Force rules the world,

reason turns to flame,

mankind stands on trial —

and nothing stays the same.

(music intensifies; words “rules / flame / trial / same” sharp; short pauses for impact)

So let us pray aloud,

let every voice be heard,

for if we don’t hold peace within,

no hope will be returned.

(music softens; last line “returned” pronounced steadily; pause to let it echo)

Force rules the world,

reason turns to flame,

mankind stands on trial —

and nothing stays the same…

And nothing stays the same…

And nothing stays the same…

(music: deep acoustic guitar sustains, violins/cello gently swell; voice fades slowly; leave silence after last line to resonate)

Spring is in the air,

love is opening its buds,

the earth still bleeds from its wounds…

And nothing stays the same…

And nothing stays the same…

And nothing stays the same…

(music: acoustic guitar holds long chords, cello/violin softly echo each repeat; final pause lingers, allowing the song to "ring out" and leave room for reflection)