Take all my fears
False prophecies
Burn them to ash
Be free at last
Burn them to ash
Be free at last
Grasping for the shooting stars
I paint them with your shaken ambitions
Yearning to be blessed with sight
Among the blind
Within imperfect conditions
By fire
I'm cleansing
All my mistakes
While you surround my dreams
With swelling voices
Wildfire is raging
Engulfing all those years
That I survived with broken choices
Give up your pride
Cast away the shame
The bridges you have burnt
Have lit the path to take
Give up your pride
Cast away the shame
The bridges you have burnt
Have lit the path to
