Fire in my Soul

May 25, 2019

Midnight ringing, up in flames

That’s what we heard

Never to be the same.

We lost our home

We lost our soul.

Things are just things

But not memories.

Engraved in me is the char and cold

Winter nights from young to old

Nothing more to hold in my hands

Except for my family, together we banned.

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