Dilara Kazimova

Start A Fire

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 ѕtart а fire