All that may happen, all that we’ve seen,
All of the lives, we’ve lived in between…
Is that all gone for good?
What are the chances…
What we lost in the fire; we’ll find in the ashes?
Well, I had a dream; it was just me and you.
It was finally spring, and the world was brand new.
There were birds in the trees, and buds on the branches.
What we lost in the fire; can we find in the Ashes?
I’ve heard a blessing begins as a curse.
Often impossible to see it at first.
We’re at our best when we’re faced with the worst.
Sometimes…
So who would’a guessed we’d be facing this?
But we are where we are, and it is what it is.
This too shall end, but until it all passes,
You know what they say about playing with matches.
What we lost in the fire; will we find in the ashes?
