From the Fire

From the fire, the songs of all our fathers came
From the fire, to sing with us again
From the fire, and on and on we'll tell this tale
From the fire, to that ship is gonna sail

Now you made a song for those who've gone
Something we could carry on
So their voices would be strong
You made a song

And when all of the prophets come
To tell our stories one by one
So we don't lose what they had won
You made a song

From the fire, the songs of all our mothers came
From the fire, to sing with us again
From the fire, and on and on we'll tell this tale
From the fire, that ship is gonna sail

Now there's been blood and there's been sweat
But these are things that we forget
All the sacrifice and yet, you made a song
And when money rewrites history
Who will we thank for being free?
It's for the ones that we don't see
You made a song

From the fire, the songs of all our people came
From the fire, to sing with us again
From the fire, and on and on we'll tell this tale
From the fire, to that ship is gonna sail

And for those who go down in the street
To vote their bodies mind and feet
These muddy rivers that could meet
You made a song

And we could build with what is left
So we don't steal our children's breath
To give them what you gave instead
When you made a song

From the fire, these songs for all our children came
From the fire, to sing with us again
From the fire, and on and on we'll tell this tale
From the fire, to that ship is gonna sale
From the fire, the songs of all our brothers came
From the fire, the songs of all our sisters came
From the fire, and on and on we'll tell this tale
From the fire, to that ship is gonna sale.