Black Day in April

Black day in April, the fire filled the sky,
Ten minutes burned yet forever won’t die.
Sirens were drowning the evening call to prayer,
Streets broke and shattered, grief hung in the air.

They called it Wednesday, the blackest of days,
Three hundred lives lost in violent haze.
The world looked away as the heartbeats fell,
But love still rises from ash and shell.

(Chorus)
Someday the hurt will begin to fade,
And kindness will grow from the scars we made.
People will stand where the silence fell,
Building new hope where the shadows dwell.

The strikes came swiftly, the suburbs aflame,
Hospitals flooded with sorrow and pain.
A mother now carries her child in a frame,
Whispering softly the sacred name.

Three hundred fifty-seven souls gone beneath smoke,
Women and children whose dreams awoke.
They are not numbers we scroll and forget,
They are our brothers in anguish and debt.

(Chorus)
Someday the hurt will begin to fade,
And kindness will grow from the scars we made.
People will stand where the silence fell,
Building new hope where the shadows dwell.

Lebanon mourns while the bells toll low,
Hands dig through ruins where heartbeats glow.
From around the world our prayers descend,
Till mercy and justice together blend.

(Bridge)
The dawn will rise where the shadows have lain,
Peace will return through the sorrow and pain.
Love builds its strength in the ruins we see,
And light will bloom from the heart of the sea.

(Chorus)
Someday the hurt will begin to fade,
And kindness will grow from the scars we made.
People will stand where the silence fell,
Building new hope where the shadows dwell.
Someday the hurt will begin to fade,
And kindness will grow from the scars we made.
People will stand where the silence fell,
Building new hope where the shadows dwell.
Building new hope where the shadows dwell.

Folk pop/
 Medium to fast Tempo
Storytelling vibe 
Cats in the cradle 
Male singer