[Verse 1] Along the streets of Aurelion town, The lamps are lit ‘ere sun goes down. The baker hums, the children play, And fear walks home by end of day. [Chorus] O sing, my heart, of bread and flame, Of lives too small for lordly fame. The war drifts far, yet near it lies, Like smoke beneath unchanging skies. [Verse 2] A soldier’s wife still mends the cloth, Her tears no less, her words are wroth. She feeds the poor with what she can, And prays for none to die again. [Verse 3] A poet lost his brother’s hand, When dragons scorched the western land. He writes of dawns that will not come, And drinks till all his rhymes are numb. [Chorus] O sing, my heart, of bread and flame, Of lives too small for lordly fame. The war drifts far, yet near it lies, Like smoke beneath unchanging skies. [Verse 4] The cobbler hears the market’s cry, The mage’s spells blaze in the sky. Yet shoes must fit, and coins must fall, Though fate may burn beyond the wall. [Verse 5] The harbor smells of pitch and brine, Of trade and ruin intertwined. A crippled man still mends the nets, And hums of debts the kingdom sets. [Verse 6] And when at night the church bells moan, We count the names the wind has blown. The stars seem pale, the streets are wide, Where hope and hunger still abide. [Final Chorus] O sing, my heart, of bread and flame, Of lives too small for lordly fame. The war drifts far, yet near it lies, Like smoke beneath unchanging skies.
