Fire (w/m Jim Proctor)
There’s a fire burning on a hill
And it sure looks like a runaway
There’s a fire there burning on a hill
And I can’t imagine how to save my life
There’s a fire riding on the wind
And the smoke obscures the setting sun
There a fire riding on the wind
And it’s hard to see just where or if to run
Now there’ a fire raging in my soul
It was obvious I’d never flee
Cause there’s a fire raging in my soul
For I dreamed I ran and passed an old man, he
Turned and smiled and said
Soon you’ll join the dead
Now there’s a fire running through my veins
And it boils the blood a burning red
There’s a fire running through my veins
And it throws me ’round in hatred, or in love
Life, we fill it with desire
To love as we want and hate as we please
Oh, we’ve filled our hearts with fire,
To burn as we will, a cruel disease
We the firey red soon will join the dead
We, the victims of desire
We live as we want and not as we need
Oh, we’ve set this world afire
It’s turning around, burning with greed
Let us move ahead
Let us leave the dead
Let us kill the beast
Let us share the feast
Let us all forgive
Let us learn to live
Featured image: Mdzimba mountains above Ezulwini, Swaziland