My home
     Life as I know it
          My world
Is on fire

Burning
Burning

Ash and Dust

Timber
They scream
Timber
They taunt

It comes crashing down
  And
        It's heavy
        It's sad
        It's all too real


And yet here I sit
Not even throwing a fit

Watching it burn
For it is my urn

I wait and watch

        Because sometimes
I'd rather burn with it
Than live without it