Fire

It came from the sky from an electrical storm
In the wink of an eye it was born
When lightning touched earth
It took on another form
Hot burning fire.

It was out of control
Spreading fear – causing harm
It was certainly a time for alarm
It had a life of its own
And with the passing of the storm
Hot burning fire.

CHORUS:
And in the years to come
Like the calling of a drum
Homo sapiens learned how to work with fire
And when the cold winds arrived
They were able to survive
And so we are the ‘masters of fire’.
We are the masters of fire.

No longer afraid of the sounds in the night
They danced in the warm firelight
Cooking their food – everything seemed alright
Hot burning fire.

CHORUS
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