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  • Prompt:

    Our favorite people are on their way to Croatia for a missions trip. Write a song about how we are excited for them but also will miss them bunches. We’ll just be home picking wild raspberries.

  • Image:

    While You're Gone to Croatia
  • Description:

    The image captures a moment of anticipation and excitement as three friends prepare to embark on a missions trip to Croatia. They stand together on a path, surrounded by a beautiful garden filled with wild raspberries. Each of them is carrying a backpack, ready to face the challenges and adventures that lie ahead. The scene evokes a sense of adventure, camaraderie, and the bittersweet feeling of saying goodbye to loved ones.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: While You're Gone to Croatia
    Tags: Folk, Emotional, Storytelling, Acoustic Guitar
    
    [Verse 1]
    The sun rose soft on the garden path
    Backpacks loaded, hearts beating fast
    We waved goodbye, you turned to smile
    Chasing purpose across the miles
    
    [Chorus]
    While you're gone to Croatia, we'll be home
    Picking wild raspberries, dreaming on our own
    Cheering you from the quiet hills
    Missing you with hearts that spill
    But oh, we're proud—yes, oh, we're proud
    
    [Verse 2]
    The wind whispers through the berry thorns
    Like stories of where your feet have worn
    We picture streets you’ve yet to meet
    And strangers blessed by what you bring
    
    [Chorus]
    While you're gone to Croatia, we'll be home
    Picking wild raspberries, dreaming on our own
    Cheering you from the quiet hills
    Missing you with hearts that spill
    But oh, we’re proud—yes, oh, we’re proud
    
    [Bridge]
    We light a candle, we say a prayer
    You're far away, but love is there
    From the garden path to ocean skies
    You carry us in your goodbyes
    
    [Chorus]
    While you're gone to Croatia, we'll be home
    Picking wild raspberries, dreaming on our own
    Cheering you from the quiet hills
    Missing you with hearts that spill
    But oh, we’re proud—yes, oh, we’re proud
    
    [Outro]
    And when you return, stories in hand
    We’ll walk again through this raspberry land
    Together again, side by side
    With hearts grown deeper, open wide
    
    [End]