Small Fire Burning Lyrics by Herin / Music by Herin, Whittle In the half-light Of a dying night I contemplate my changing story When a slow dawn Keeps hanging on I hesitate to face the morning I find sanctuary When I close my eyes Dreaming without sleeping Safe inside my shell Keeping tomorrow out of reach When will a small fire Burn in the distance Beacon of promise On an uphill climb Keeping tomorrow out of reach What then shall I do? Where shall I go? Where shall I turn? To whom shall I flee? -Girolamo Savonarolo (1452-1498)