CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Fire
A young child sits quiet, the forest is dark
Possibilities overflow his unbroken heart
I ask him well after the brush takes the spark
What do you see in the fire?
I see light within color and color in light
Trophies I'll take home and battles I'll fight
A bright blue horizon with no pain in sight
I'll be there and so will my parents and you're invited too
A life-sentence inmate in orange prisoner clothes
Who's been told his whole life that's just how it goes
Who came out swinging from poverty row
Sits a bit close to the dangerous glow
What do ya see in the fire?
I see rich people laughin' with food on their plates
And neighborhood bullies imprinted with hate
Moms and dads screaming at each other insane
And hard grey redemption a little too late
And I see myself as I might've been
I’m handsome, and capable, and funny
A young woman in college entranced by the flames is pondering silent how perfectly strange
A girl could be called by so many names and not one be the one she was given
What do you see in the fire?
I see myself in the mirror, not pretty enough
And digital images reducing love
My roommate enslaved by expectations above
And then I see the face of my mother
Possibilities overflow his unbroken heart
I ask him well after the brush takes the spark
What do you see in the fire?
I see light within color and color in light
Trophies I'll take home and battles I'll fight
A bright blue horizon with no pain in sight
I'll be there and so will my parents and you're invited too
A life-sentence inmate in orange prisoner clothes
Who's been told his whole life that's just how it goes
Who came out swinging from poverty row
Sits a bit close to the dangerous glow
What do ya see in the fire?
I see rich people laughin' with food on their plates
And neighborhood bullies imprinted with hate
Moms and dads screaming at each other insane
And hard grey redemption a little too late
And I see myself as I might've been
I’m handsome, and capable, and funny
A young woman in college entranced by the flames is pondering silent how perfectly strange
A girl could be called by so many names and not one be the one she was given
What do you see in the fire?
I see myself in the mirror, not pretty enough
And digital images reducing love
My roommate enslaved by expectations above
And then I see the face of my mother
