Burning On The Doorstep

What am I to say?
What do we hold so dearly?
Is it the paths we're given
That shape the light we hold?
We ache for words less hollow
I am here today
And this still shakes me right to the bone

We lived, we lived, we lived
We lived to hold each other up
We lived for words scratched in blood
To care, to learn, to fight for our true love

We are the orphans of the world, burning on the doorstep