Intro: | |
Someone’s selling garden roses
Down the square,
People gathering by to breathe
The morning air,
But no one sees the bitter cold
And shivering empty hands.
A schoolgirl running by and trying
To beat the bell,
People dropping, tossing coins
In wishing wells,
But no one cares for dreams
That don’t fit into our world.
Chorus:
Maybe nightfall
Darkens skies
And maybe teardrops
Stain our eyes,
But may the slightest light
Start a fire.
A soldier in the hands
Of a forgotten mess
Digging out the burning bullets
In his chest,
So eager, bold and noble –
Printing footsteps on this earth.
Chorus:
And maybe nightfall
Darkens skies
And maybe teardrops
Stain our eyes,
But may the slightest light
Start a fire,
Start a fire.
But may the slightest light
Start a fire.