Five Years of Quiet Fire

[Verse 1]
Maps on the table
Red lines through every town
Headlines on the fridge door
Numbers that pull me down
I’ve been counting fallen names
Like change in a coffee jar
Wondering what it costs us
To keep burning every star
[Chorus]
Give me five years of quiet fire
No more flags over funeral choirs
Just a sky nobody has to flee
Give me five years where we don’t break
Where every hand is a bridge we make
I’ll spend them all
Becoming who I’m meant to be
(a gateway to the stars inside of me)
[Verse 2]
I was born into sirens
Raised on that distant fear
But I’m done trading my days
For somebody else’s war here
So I’m turning off the anger
Letting the armor slide
Learning to listen
To the dark behind my eyes
[Chorus]
Give me five years of quiet fire
No more flags over funeral choirs
Just a sky nobody has to flee
Give me five years where we don’t break
Where every hand is a bridge we make
I’ll spend them all
Becoming who I’m meant to be
(a gateway to the stars inside of me)
[Bridge]
If I start with this small room
This tired heart
These two hands
Could it ripple out like moonlight
Spilling over every land? (yeah)
I don’t need to save the world
I just need to change my part
Trade the weight of all this war
For the gravity of my heart
[Chorus]
Give me five years of quiet fire
No more flags over funeral choirs
Just a sky nobody has to flee
Give me five years where we don’t break
Where every hand is a bridge we make
I’ll spend them all
On learning how to see
Every soul as a doorway
To the stars in you and me

rock, Raw acoustic grunge ballad, male vocals, dry room tone. Fingerpicked verses with occasional jagged strums, vocal right up on the mic. Choruses swell with doubled vocals and open chords, a worn harmonium pad under the last hook. Subtle cymbal swells and low floor toms in the bridge; end on a single ringing guitar note hanging in air., grunge