Ian Petch Poet Lyric

The Search

Another fire to guide us on
Complacent pain and our gun
We bathe in flame but worry not
The fire we hold is all we’ve got

All good has run along
It ran away and became wrong
Every answer saw a plague
Now every question hides away

So content to see it end
As every lost will seeks revenge
All our strength has turned to dust
And every fear attracts mistrust

So easy to believe we’re lost
So easy to see the cost
No more evidence to lift us up
As every incident fills our cup

So disturbed and so alone
As every death caused fills the hole
The blood that gives release
The only reason to be at peace

Another light to guide us on
Is one more search for something wrong
And if we rise against the truth
We’ll need more guns to show the proof

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