[Verse 1 – The Parade (Present Day Frame)]
Bluecoats marching down the lane
Polished steel and drums like rain
Cara laughs and pulls her hand
“Ma, is this how the Redcoats stand?”
Joseph stares with wide-eyed flame
“Did you fight them? Is it true your name?”
She smiles soft but her eyes don’t stay
They drift somewhere far away
[Pre-Chorus – Memory Pull]
“The drums were louder… the smoke was thick
And time moved slow, but death moved quick
They stood like stone when the line was thin…”
Then she stops—won’t say where she’s been
[Chorus – First Hint of the Theme]
But the ashes still breathe beneath the rain
Not every fire was burned away
You can leave the war, lay down the flame—
But the world still calls your name
[Verse 2 – The Crowd (Isolde Introduced Quietly)]
Among the crowd where the banners sway
A quiet gaze doesn’t look away
Silk and shadow, still as air
No one sees that she is there
She hears the tale, each word, each scar
Measures the truth of who they are
A stolen spark… a western flame…
And softly learns the speaker’s name
[Verse 3 – Donna’s Answer (Legend vs Truth)]
“I stood the line when the walls gave way
When night burned red into the day
Not for crown, nor flag, nor throne—
But so you’d never stand alone”
The drums roll on, the crowd all cheers
But something colder lingers near
For not all ears were filled with pride…
Some listened close… and stayed to bide
[Bridge – Final Version (Locked In)
A breath unseen, a thought unspoken
A careful mind, no movement broken
Not rage, not haste, not fire’s cry—
But plans that form behind the eye
“She stole from one who thought her weak…
And learned the truths that dragons keep…”
A faintest smile—no warmth, no grace—
She turns, the crowd erases her trace
“You took from a dragon once…
let us see what you give when they come for you.”
[Final Chorus – Dual Meaning (Donna + Isolde)]
Oh the ashes still breathe beneath the rain
And fire remembers every name
You walked away, you chose your flame—
But another now has learned your game
Now the drums will fade and the children grow
But there are things that the deep winds know
And the spark you carried, fierce and bold…
Has drawn the gaze of something old
ElCeviche
