In the distance I can smell 
The scent of burning fires
It smells like fear borne on the wind
And circumstances dire

Yet when the fire has been put out
And all the ashes cleared
There is a space for brand new growth
Of things that we hold dear

Sometimes the old has to be lost
For the new to rise
Begin again to build our dreams
And reach up to the skies

It’s not a death of all we know
But birth of something new
This we must do to change our world
It starts with me and you