Start A Fire (Dilara Kazimova)

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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