Back to the fires

Verse 1 Long before the breakers rose, And lightning danced on city wires, We built our dreams on carved out stone, And warmed our hearts by open fires. The river sang her silver song, The forest held our whispered prayers, And every dawn the gods looked on, Their blessings shining everywhere. Chorus Take me back to the times before, When a village was a family more, Where the hands that toiled were never alone, And the earth itself was our only home. Where every seed was a sacred word, And every voice of the wild was heard, Oh, bring me back to the way we were — Back to the fires that forever burn. Verse 2 We traded gold for simple truth, Shared the harvest, healed the soul, The moonlight taught the dreams of youth, And the stars revealed the ancient scroll. The god of rain, the goddess of grain, Together they guided the living hand, And in their dance, we learned again, To take only what we understand. Bridge Now steel and smoke obscure the skies, And endless noise replaces cries, Of wolves and winds that told our names, Before we blurred the sacred flame. But if we listen close tonight, The old world hums beneath our feet, A promise that the heart still knows — The circle isn’t yet complete. Final Chorus Take me back to the times before, To the songs our blood remembers more, Where kindness built the strongest walls, And the gods walked with us through it all. Where every stone and tree still yearns, For the wisdom only living earns, Oh, bring me back to the way we were — Back to the fires that forever burn.