After The Fire

After
the Fire

The fires raged for many years, it was a time
of change. The heavens rained with sorrow’s tears, then
came the brand new day. That day there was a burnt out field,
it’s earth was black and charred-It’s flowers
once were peoples’ hopes, but now they were their scars.

After the fire, the ruins there did lay. After the fire,
would come a brand new day.


The field stood in misery, the years passed it by. A new age was
awakening, to bury history’s lies. One misty morn as day
awoke, that field had come alive-Seeds once sown that now had
grown, new life that would not die.

After the fire, the ruins there did lay.
After the fire, would come a brand new day.


The new age is approaching, and with it we shall be. The field
was 1945 and the seeds were you and me.

After the fire, the ruins there did lay.
After the fire, would come a brand new day.