Green Heart Blues

(Verse 1) I walk the aisles, a ghost in green, Past the echoes of what’s been seen. Rows of stories, silent screams, In every cart, in all my dreams. No butcher’s block, no feathered plight, Just plant-based plates in morning light. Yet with each choice, a silent plea, A world that doesn’t change with me. (Chorus) Oh, the green heart blues, Singing soil’s hymn, as the old world cues. My convictions tight, on a lonely ride, In a world that’s wide, but won’t turn the tide. (Verse 2) Dinner parties, I stand alone, With soybeans masked as steak-bone clone. Faces question, eyes sometimes jeer, “Just a bite,” they say, dismissing fear. A mother’s cry, a feather’s fall, In their laughter, I hear the call. To stand my ground, to live my vow, Even if I’m the only one now. (Chorus) Oh, the green heart blues, Feel the earth weep in the choices we choose. My convictions tight, on a lonely ride, In a world that’s wide, but won’t turn the tide. (Bridge) I dream of a feast, where no being fears, Where truths aren’t hidden behind closed rears. A table vast with peace as the meal, A harvest of harmony, an ideal to feel. (Verse 3) So I sow seeds with tender care, In gardens rich, in fresh-spared air. Each plant a promise, each meal a pact, A quiet revolt, a small act intact. (Chorus) Oh, the green heart blues, Whispering winds through the willows and yews. My convictions tight, on a lonely ride, In a world that’s wide, but might yet turn the tide. (Outro) With every sprout that breaks the soil, A hope that cools the worldly boil. May tomorrow’s path be less worn by pain, As I sing the green heart blues, again.