The Fire
When I first heard the news
I didn’t think it could be true
The cops must have it wrong I thought
You’d never do that, no of course
But deep inside I knew them right
You did it to give me a fright
You didn’t think or even care
You lacked control and couldn’t fair
I wasn’t home and you where mad
You thought that life was pretty bad
You didn’t know just where I was
So you thought you’d play control
You put the petrol there to burn
And the mattress for no return
You lit the match and toss it down
And then you ran without concern
The neighour, lucky she was home
Called the team to hose it down
The street the cops did corner off
The fire they put out and stopped
I came home later on that night
Walked inside and smelt the smoke
Not a light could I turn on
The power had been cut not long.
All I could see was black dark stuff
I almost felt my mind did crack
I walked along into our room
Had a shower by the moon.
I towelled me dry and climbed in bed
The tears were there, refused to shed
I lay there for a long long time
When sleep did come it wasn’t fine.
The morning dawned and I could see
A black dark room was choking me.
I was so weary, so alone
So very worn and felt like stone
When I climbed out of the bed that morn
Went to the mirror black and cold
I rubbed a circle in the soot
And then I saw a black face look
The tears they were just brimming now
I’d wiped me with a black black towel
And then in bed when I did climb
Was full of soot and gritty grime
I stood and watch that face just then
I didn’t know if I could bend
I knew that he just wasn’t well
How long could I still live in hell?
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