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Into the Fire




I walked until that old dirt road ran out of tire tracks
And I counted up my grievances as I took each step back
To the land my friends prepared for me just down that beaten track
Where disagreements shattered
Nothing else much mattered
And every bad thought weighing me down was lifted from my weary back
And blown
Into the fire
I had returned we were all home

We messed and cleaned, well-oiled machines, exploiting our own souls
I don’t want to brag right here but what a performance it was
Nineteen strong we faced the dawn and on that final night
Silently we all agreed to bury all our hatchets, we threw them all

Into the fire
We threw them all
Into the fire
We threw them into the fire
And we left them to burn
Down to the coals

Six that morning what a pile of ashes on the ground
Idle words cannot describe all the joy that we found
And though it’s far away from here, I still feel the heat
Won’t you take this chance with me?
We’ll burn away our hatred

We’ll throw it all
Into the fire
We’ll throw it all into the fire
We’ll throw it all into the fire
Wherever it may burn there is our home
Wherever it may burn there is our hope

Can you see it?
Can you see it?
 
 
 
 
 
 

© 1995 George Mann