The wind is haunting on the prairie
And like a prophet, whispered warnings in our ears
But we were Fast asleep and dreaming, when the whispers turned to screaming
And the flames were rising high enough to hear

Wildfire, wildfire
Glowing embers of our life
Burning inside, we say goodbye
Wildfire

It’s Hard to keep a fire from burning
When You’ve got smokin’ matches in your hands
We tried to fight with water but it made the flames burn hotter
And we were left with dusty bones and broken land

When the smoke clears…
After a holy crusade of hearts…
Where we crossed our swords to battle in love and war…

It appears…
Maybe we’ve torn our love apart…
And now we’re bruised and battered, and runnin’ for the door…

But the battle scars are worth it…
The battle scars remind us we’re alive…
Battle scars are legends…
Of guts and glory destined to survive…
For a love as strong as ours…
We can mend each other’s battle scars…

When the dust clears…
People will see our battlefield…
They’ll say “Leave your wounded heart for someone new”…

But oh my dear…
After our crimson scars have healed…
They’ll see my wounded heart only beats for you…

Sticks and stones break skin and bones
But hearts survive the pain

The moon is high above a silent sea. Our vessel sails under the stars.
A gaze over the water hypnotizes me.
I lean a little closer and lose the ground under my feet.

Plunging into darkness hearing “Man overboard!”
Swallowed by a sea of black and blue
Sinking in the moonlight, I’m a man overboard
Could there be a beacon shining to, a man overboard?

My mind drifts to what the future holds. A foolish man still knows the odds.
Today a thousand people came aboard.
Would they rescue one man falling to the ocean’s floor?

My body is failing, I draw my last breath.
I reach out a hand with all the hope that I have left.
Then I’m blinded by spotlights, slowly pulled from the sea.
The beam from the beacon hides my savior’s face from me.

Play it safe, they want you to.  Bet it all and you might lose.
It’s good advice, for a sterile life, cause risk is right.

What happened to the brave young child – fighting danger in his mind?
He traded fate for a job he hates, but gets him by.

Risk is right, would you lay down your life?
Risk is right, would you lay down your life?
Risk is right.  Would you die for your brother, die for another?  Risk is right.

Baby, safety’s a façade.  Either way we play the odds.
A lazy life is worse than a failure tried, cause risk is right.

We only have one chance to play.  And life’s too short to be afraid!