23 November 2011

behind the line

I see the flames escape the fire
fleeting floating ever higher
only when I close my eyes
am I far away from all these lies

the trees burn bright, they fall
the birds fly in the dark, away they go
over and out the radio is gone
it's quiet now there shall be no harm

we sit and watch as the world flash-es
hearts and homes now sit in ashes
old and burnt but not alone,
still hurt
I didn't know life  was just reformed dirt...

I pinch and shudder at the thought
that  we all were, almost caught,
behind the blaze, behind the light
that wall of fire burning bright

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