The Fire
I see silhouettes of people in red
All I can hear is the screams of the trees
I run as fast as I can to the shed
My body is shaking, oh memories
A long orange car drives by and I yell help
The car halts and someone runs towards me
I am quickly picked up as the shed melts
Now I seek quiet amongst the debris
The heat has now absorbed the land
I have feelings of fear and discomfort
I wish this was a dream I could disband
The people next to me have suffered
For now we have left the fire
I hope that my story will inspire
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