You play with ice - you get cold.You play with fire - you get burnt.you play with me - you get lucky.
In past wars only homes burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even loneliness ignites.In past wars only bodys burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even shadows ignite.
The day you start falling in love, with the wrecked homes and broken windows instead of running away from them. You will find a story that fills your soul, behind every burnt door.
Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate,Be excised,Burnt out of your soul.