The Fire Goes With Us

They can close the doors. They cannot make us strangers. The fire goes with us. Beyond the walls of Candlekeep, A father's voice was gone. A laughing thief came down the road, And somehow we went on. Through stolen souls and borrowed hope, Through blood we did not choose, We found a family in the ones We couldn't bear to lose. We couldn't keep the doors from closing. We kept the names. We kept the flame. The fire goes with us, Though the hearth has fallen cold. We carry every voice we loved Wherever we may go. When the last light leaves the windows, When the years wear down the stone, The fire goes with us. We do not go alone. We raised the Wardens' bitter cup; The dawn brought ash and rain. Yet round the fire a red-haired bard Could make us breathe again. A rose held out in armored hands, A joke before the fight - Not every oath was sworn in blood; Some kept us warm at night. The Ebon Hawk. A borrowed name. The stars we wandered through. Then came the mask, the name Revan - The friend we thought we knew. But love could cross a crimson blade And call a lost soul home. The past could tell us where we'd been, Not where we had to go. The fire goes with us, Though the hearth has fallen cold. We carry every voice we loved Wherever we may go. When the last light leaves the windows, When the years wear down the stone, The fire goes with us. We do not go alone. The Normandy, our patchwork home, A bottle in the blue. We laughed above the Citadel As if the war were through. He dreamed of seashells in the sun; We watched the tower burn. Some gave the years they'd never have So others could return. There were roads we hadn't taken. There were friends we'd never meet. We can carry all their absence; We don't have to call it peace. But when a stranger fears the dark, We'll place a lantern in their hands. The warmth that someone gave to us Will outlast where it began. The fire goes with us, Though the hearth has fallen cold. We carry every voice we loved Wherever we may go. For the ones who walk behind us, We will leave a lantern on. The fire goes with us. The fire carries on. The hearth is cold behind us. The road is ours to light.