Cedar beams and nothing more
Ashes scattered on the floor
Crispy air makes reddened face
What will fill this empty space?
Broken glass and window panes
Shine some light on kitchen drains
Second floor a loft above
Once a building filled with love.
As the walls start caving in
Flames make wood so paper-thin
A little longer will I stay
Awake in this house another day.
Sun's rays no longer do I see
Just fire and a chopped-down tree
A wilted heart and broken dreams
Nothing more but cedar beams.
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