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

 school [bad word] 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

 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