These Are the Dark Days

These are the dark days, little one Civil war is underway But you don't have to fold or run For you were made to hold You are a luminary Heir to the lamp you carry Undaunted, you walk around this haunted, war torn town And you don't know how to hate Darling heart, stay that way For yours, I know, could melt a heart of stone... Monsters are real, little love And your heart is gold to steal They will call to you like foxglove Yet you will know the ruse You are a luminary Heir to the lamp you carry Undaunted, you walk around this haunted, war torn town And you don't know how to hate Darling heart, stay that way For yours, I know, could melt a heart of stone... Can you hold the fire? Can you hold the storm? Can you save the children from the mad dog at our door? At times a mountain is for the climb Sometimes no better place to die Hold this ground Hold this ground We be not kings, little lark There's aftermath to everything As mercenaries draw the dark Another brings the dawn You are a luminary Heir to the lamp you carry Undaunted, you walk around this haunted, war torn town And you don't know how to hate Darling heart, stay that way Yours, I know, could melt a heart of stone...