Look Away

There are fires that burn where you cannot see them;
There are screams that sound where you cannot hear;
There are hearts that shout too far from earshot;
There are guns that fire into the night.

There are souls that drift and drift from eyesight;
There are flags which burn and hands which fight;
There are days which simmer while you’re in hiding;
There are homes which burn beneath the moon.

There are fires that burn in places you know;
There are homes ablaze that you recognise;
There are hearts that shout upon your doorstep;
There are guns that fire in your sleep.

There are souls that pass your fingertips;
There are burning flags within your heart;
There are days you hide but still they simmer;
There is love that you lock inside your home.