Their Name Was Power.

We have our last chances to change,
To carve what we know,
To carve footprints in the snow,
Others seem estranged.

Light the fires to heat,
To give us eternal pity,
To see fabled cities,
Carry on our own feet.

I see great things in your soul,
To want to change the bad,
To have those evil gone mad,
So light the fire in the cold.