Yellow, orange, red, black. sparks of colour
Ignite the very essence of our breath.
Fatigue, trauma, tears, loss. screams of horror
Filling the souls of those who witness death.
Nature has no mercy; feels no sorrow,
Leaving naught but ashes in it's wake.
And i know i will wake up tomorrow,
So why do i shiver? Why do i shake?
Today is the day my life takes a turn,
Today is the day that everything burns.
Yesterday's the day I was last carefree,
With none on Earth quite so happy as me.
Happiness hidden by many guises,
Tomorrow's the day the phoenix rises.