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 handsA 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 worldMaybe nightfall darkens skies
And maybe teardrops stain our eyes
But may the slightest light start a fireA 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 earthMaybe nightfall darkens skies
Maybe teardrops stain our eyes
But may the slightest light start a fireStart a fireBut may the slightest light start a fire
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