Gather close and hear the tale,
Of Jack, whose flames did not fail.
Beneath the moon, so cold and still,
He gripped the torch, obeyed his will.
The ancient walls, they bore decay,
To cleanse the old, he lit the way.
Burn the past, let hope take flight,
Through ash and flame, there comes the light.
The fire calls, the fire burns.
The fire takes us all to cruel darkness.
The timbers groaned, the fire spread,
As smoke and sparks began to wed.
The townsfolk cried, "What hast thou done?"
But Jack declared, "A new has begun!"
Burn the past, let hope take flight,
Through ash and flame, there comes the light.
The fire calls, the fire burns.
The fire takes us all to cruel darkness.
The spire fell with thunder's roar,
Its shadow gone forevermore.
Yet in its place, the stars could see,
The birth of possibility.
Burn the past, let hope take flight,
Through ash and flame, there comes the light.
The fire calls, the fire burns.
The fire takes us all to cruel darkness.
Through fire's rage, his dream stood tall,
To raise new arches over all.
For what was lost must fade away,
So faith and love can find their way.
From ash and flame, his vision soared,
A builder's heart, his faith restored.