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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.



 
	   
	   
	   
	   
 Published 10.05.14
							Published 10.05.14