Backdraft

"A penny buys a box of matches. One penny and you can set the world on fire"
- Fugard; Tsotsi

There we stood among the exhaust
of a thousand broke down cars
Waiting for a chance we thought we lost

There the fire burnt around us
Never thought we'd get this far
In the home of the free of their thought

My eyes were still full of the dust
Taken from your shooting star
A sight for sore forgiveness now

We're so slow among the crowd's rush
Not too far from where we are
A light off of the reluctant bow

Fire
The fire's burning deep inside us,
Reaching for our throats
When we think we're down and out
Preaching all our hope

Tonight we're burning up in the fire
In the fire, our hearts are the last to go