Songtexte Voices in the fire - B-R Lenander

On scorched soil, where silence weeps, the drums of war have buried sleep
Hope trembles in the smoky air, as children stare with hollow care
Pockets empty, hearts worn thin, the weight of hunger hangs within
A feast for few, a famine for most, the ghost of fairness long a ghost

We are the voices in the fire, burning low but full of choir
Truth is heavy, hearts are sore, but still we sing, we still implore
From broken streets to silent skies, let hope awaken, let it rise
Ashes and echoes bruised but bold, a new day waiting to unfold

Rivers dry and wells run deep, but not with water, only grief
Hands reach out for liquid light, but find the dark of endless night
Bundles flicker, the grid is gone, Cold homes wait for dawn too long
Power hides where profits bloom, while humble lives sit cloaked in gloom

Golden tower, pierce the sky, but on the ground, the poor ask why
Wealth collects in silent vaults, a world imbalanced by its faults
The mighty speak with softened lies, while smaller voices drown in cries
Pressure builds beneath the peace, and freedom shivers piece by piece

We are the voices in the fire, burning low but full of choir
Truth is heavy, hearts are sore, but still we sing, we still implore
From broken streets to silent skies, let hope awaken, let it rise
Ashes and echoes bruised but bold, a new day waiting to unfold

Behind closed doors, syndicates trade. In Nordic streets, their plans are laid
No badge or law can halt the tide, where shadows walk and truth must hide
Respect now whispers, rarely heard, a world that's cruel with every word
Neighbor turn from neighbor's plea, for empathy is absentee

Yet even in this fractured land, spark remains in every hand
Raise your voice, rebuild the song, the broken can be brave and strong
We are the voices in the fire, burning low but full of choir
Truth is heavy, hearts are sore, but still we sing, we still implore

From broken streets to silent skies