I carried boxes of burnt possessions from the tattered tavern walls
Watched as you sat in silence, as if to anticipate the fall.
I pieced your life together through ***** pictures and broken frames
Joined the crowd as it approached just to lift up your name
Through piles of wet clothes and these burnt tavern walls
We have created love and hope, disaster being the cause
I hope someone snapped a picture to look back at this day,
Just a reminder of how fast this could all slip away.