"Carry the Fire" (The Demiurge ☢)

aah— carry it, carry it on carry it, carry it on My father's hands were maps of forty years Cracked and calloused from the work and tears He never told me what I had to be He just showed me how to hold the fire steady I was young, I was sure I knew the way— Now I'm older and I hear him say— CARRY THE FIRE, DON'T LET IT DIE EVERY GENERATION BURNS A LITTLE BRIGHTER WHAT HE GAVE ME, I'LL GIVE IT ALL AWAY CARRY THE FIRE, CARRY IT ON My son's hands are smaller than I remember Learning how to hold what I surrendered He'll make it different, he'll make it his That's how the flame survives the years I was young, I was sure I knew the way— Now I'm older and I hear him say— CARRY THE FIRE, DON'T LET IT DIE EVERY GENERATION BURNS A LITTLE BRIGHTER WHAT HE GAVE ME, I'LL GIVE IT ALL AWAY CARRY THE FIRE, CARRY IT ON Hold it steady when the wind comes— I will, I will— When you're tired, when you're burning— I'll carry it, I'll carry it on— AND I'LL CARRY THE FIRE, I WON'T LET IT DIE EVERY GENERATION BURNS A LITTLE BRIGHTER WHAT HE GAVE ME, I GIVE IT ALL AWAY I'LL CARRY THE FIRE, CARRY IT ON carry it, carry it on carry it, carry it on