The Prophets

Play with fire and you’ll get burned

So the wise man said to me

Every scar my body earned

Tells a different story

Close your eyes and listen well

The wise man has a tale to tell

Of battles fought, and lessons learned

But still we stay the same

Still we stay the same

To the heavens eyes must turn

Where the prophets wait for me

As storms rise and shadows fall

Through eternity

Destiny calls… for me

The prophets call for me

Play with fire and you’ll get burned