Lords Of The Stone

Fire In The Winter

Lords Of The Stone


On her knees 
A little girl, on her own 
Scarred for life 
Trauma stricken, so alone 
Cryin' in disbelief 
Misery 'n' endless grief 
All the tears she cries 
I see confusion in her eyes 

There will be no tomorrow 
Only pain and sorrow 
She cries out for comfort 
She needs Fire 
Fire in the Winter 

A requiem played 
Beside a shallow grave 
Scraped in sand 
She doesn't understand 
Vanishing memories 
Of things one said 
A silent scream 
Inside her head 

Roses for the dead 
Salty taste of tears 
She cries, but she tries 
To hold her head up high 
Her soul a battlefield 
Can't you see 
She can't find the world 
That ought to be