London's Burning Heart

In the cold mist of London's lane. I wonder where the echoes went.

Cobblestones hum a ghostly refrain. Whispers of footsteps lost in the

rain. London is burning for love tonight. Smoke and stars in the pale

moonlight. From the corners of earth to the city's glow, oh,

freedom's a flame we all seem to know. The

nations gather where streets collide. Accents tangle like the Thames tide.

Dreams in their pockets, hope in their stride. Running through alleys

where secrets hide. Oh, the clock can spin, but the heart