Flames I see it burn, It starts to fall. I go outside, I make the call. I leave the rest, I take no more, Than me, myself It was that or Burning to ash. I start to cry Knowing that they All will die. The firemen come, I wail and sob Now there is A worried mob A man comes over Hugs me tight Him, my dad Started it last night I scream and shout I hit and kick I hate my dad Him, I can't stick
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