A Spark

A spark jump up And skiles with delight, Lands on the furnature And shines so bright. The rooms turn black (From blackening ash) As slowly that flame grows. What damage will come of this - Nobody knows. Where will we go What will we do, We feel so low We feel so blue. No where to go We're all alone. As the flames burn high Animals run with fear, Everything goes With a bitter sweet sigh. Everyone tries So hard to care But pride is too high They would rather Stand butt bare. And they stand there saying; Where will we go What will we do, We feel so low We feel so blue. No where to go We're all alone.