My eyes water,
Smoke grasps my breath,
A steady hold,
Expecting my death.

Fire, smoke, ash,
Winds passing them along,
Roaring, blazing fire,
Singing it's ****** song.

No bush nor grass,
Is any longer safe,
It yearns our surrender,
To steal and end our faith.

We can't defend forever,
We'll run out of supplies,
Please save us before our end,
Before the fire cries.