Together we stand, together we rise,
as we see into our fiery demise.
Your eyes, your face, I am in love,
but now, you're pale, as white as a dove.
The sounds, the noise, the silence, the fire.
"Are we going to die?" you inquire.
You my daughter,
put up for slaughter,
I wish I could tell you no.
But I must tell the truth, to save your fragile, young mind.
"Heaven is waiting, do you want to be left far behind?"
He stares ahead, his eyes like glass;
as the fire engulfes the last of the grass.
