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 school girl 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
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
Maybe nightfall darkens skies
Maybe teardrops stain our eyes
But may the slightest light
Start a fire
Start a fire
But may the slightest light
Start a fire
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