Orphans wake to candlelight
Noses to the Winter windows
Peering down at the dawn-grey streets
Where the life that goes on ebbs and flows
And so another sun goes down
All I am slips through my fingers
Human heat it escapes this town
Pray for warmth and watch it linger

Fire
Fire hotter than the midday sun

Oh to find love�s hiding place
We are beggars and bootleggers
Fading embers caught out in the rain
Wondering what�s it take to burst into flames
And meanwhile hammers fall on anvils of grief
Molten souls in madmen�s cauldrons
Mutineers not allowed to speak
Keep the spark of peace and suddenly there�s

Fire
Fire hotter than the midday sun
 

From Dry Bones Dance
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