We Let Burn

It's the fire we let 

burn; we let it feed on 

our holy scriptures, our guiding 

words   It's the devil's tongue,

red and wretched, that sings

to our inner desperation 

and knows our anguish

Quite acquainted

Fire, burning

It's the darkness

we don't dispel, that 

consumes our path, to peace

to prosperity... paradise

It's the torch we won't light

and it's the match

we won't strike

A pale promise

Time, ruin

It's the sand dunes we roam,

the desolate desert, of the

minds, of the men which we are

And we wait on salvation

which is why it doesn't come

The rain belongs to those

who dance, the mountains

to those that climb

Strive and succeed 

And we cherish the cloak

called pity,

we sleep in caves of pain