Flaming and Smoking

" Fire on the hill
Blood on the ground
Not what you'd see
On the Good side of town
Not what you'd think
Gone in the blink - of an eye
Did he know

Silent and still
His broken prayer
Falls from his lips
Vanishing in thin air
Falls to his knees
Breathing his sweet lullaby
And he knows

Could he tell
Stuck like a horse on a carousel
All of the plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke

What's left undone
Pours from his side
Soul fades away
As an ambulance cries
So close to home
There all alone - in the dark
And he knows

Could he tell
Stuck like a coin in a wishing well
All of the plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke "
- Lisa Loïs, Smoke