With the strike of a match, the fire was lit

It can't be blown out, and you're stuck with it.

What's the point of saving a city, If you're going to burn it down?

Is there a meaning to being a queen, if you can't even wear your crown?

Can you ration all your reasons?

Can you spare yourself the time?

We all want to save our cities.

We all want to cut our ties.

The answer is within you;

and you know that it's the key.

It's not like you to be destructive

with a heart as big as the sea.

You're the spark that's within us

but I don't think you can see.

The greatness that will come to you

or what you can truly be.

For this is your city,

and you built it brick by brick.

You may be weak now but

you're much stronger than you can admit.

See, one day you'll find your reasons,

and one day you'll cut your ties;

Maybe I can save your city

While you find yourself in mine.