We Built the Fire to Warm, Not Burn
by
Kemaktun
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Label: Vox Caeli, Vox Veritas
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Lyrics: ©2025 Vanida Plamondon
Music: ©2025 Vanida Plamondon (AI-Assisted)
Intro
We forged the steel, we caught the flame,
To heal the sick, to raise the name,
We dreamed of stars beyond our skies,
And built the wings that let us rise.
But now the smoke that clouds the sun,
Is not from war, but what we’ve done,
Not by the hands of fools or thieves,
But kings who profit as hope bleeds.
Verse 1
They say the fault’s the spark itself,
The wire, the code, the printed self,
But steel’s not sin, nor byte, nor beam,
It’s how they’re used to feed the dream.
A tool’s no curse, no evil’s art,
Till gold infects the maker’s heart,
The hammer builds or shatters bone,
But greed decides which hand has grown.
Pre-Chorus
Don’t curse the flame for what it’s done,
Curse the hands that hide the sun,
For every gift the ages made,
They’ve sold it off, and called it trade!
Chorus
Stop the war on what we build!
The world’s not cursed, it’s just been willed,
To serve the few who twist the wire,
And call their hunger holy fire!
Progress isn’t what decays,
It’s greed that sets the world ablaze!
The tools are fine, the fault’s the crown,
That uses hope to hold us down!
Verse 2
We dreamed of peace through reason’s song,
But they’ve been twisting it so long,
The printed word, the code, the wheel,
Turned into chains by men of steel.
The earth we saved, they mined again,
For newer wars, for brighter sin,
And still they cry, “It’s not our way!”
As they sell the night, and charge the day.
Bridge
We made the light to chase the dark,
But they caged it for their brand and mark,
Every mind a market share,
Every soul a thing to snare.
The fault’s not in the spark divine,
It’s in the thirst that sells the shine!
Chorus
Stop the war on what we build!
Progress dies when hearts are stilled!
The forge was born to lift us higher,
Not feed the beast of blackened fire!
Blame the crowns, not what they twist,
Blame the greed, not the scientist!
The tools were made to free, not bind,
It’s time to break the chains of mind!
Outro
We built the fire to warm, not burn,
To guide the lost, to help them learn,
But now it’s time the wheel is turned,
And take the flame we once had earned.