Fire

Smoke on the hillside,

sirens in the rain

We count the names,

we carry the flame

Bootprints in the alley where the old flags fell

Mother keeps the radio low when the night shells swell Every wall

is speaking in a language scarred by fire

Every child grows older with a jaw set hard as wire We

were taught to bend,

we were born to stand

Holding cracked photographs like maps in our hands If they take our

streets, we write them in our blood If they drown our voice,

we rise above the flood Hear the ground beneath us turning

We are alive in the fire for freedom Hands to the sky

though the border lines bleed

on Stand with the dust and the broken stone We fight for

a day we can call our own Alive in the

fire, we carry the dawn Even if half of the world says

we're gone Oh oh,

hold the line Oh

oh, our

name survives Curfew on the windows,

but the rooftops know the truth Signal fires flicker where they swore

they cut the roots Brothers at the crossing,

sisters guarding bread and light Fear sits at the table,

but it does not own the night I have seen surrender dressed

as peace for the screen So we build tomorrow from the wreckage

in between If they break our doors,

we gather in the street If they mark us down,

we answer on our feet Hear the whole horizon burning We are

alive in the

fire for freedom Hands to the sky though the border lines bleed

on Stand with the

dust and the broken stone We fight for a day we can

call our

own Alive in the fire,

we carry the dawn Even if half of the world says we're

gone I hear my father's name in the march of the rain

I hear my mother's prayer through the glass and the pain No

throne, no chain, no fear remains We keep the heart,

we break the cage We are alive in the fire for freedom

Hands to the sky though the border

lines bleed on Stand with the dust and the broken stone We

fight for a day we can

call our own Alive in the fire,

we carry the dawn Our

name survives Our name survives