• Mommy help me

    The fire beat me

    The door was to far

    The fire was in uproar.

    My skin is heating up

    My flesh is shrinking like a cup.

    Mommy help me

    Im only 7

    The fire is higher

    You said I would older, Liar.

    Mommy help me.

    I can't escape

    My sister made it

    Why can't I

    Mommy, Mommy, Mommy

    Im dead.


    My sister was 7 so was I. I watched her burn. I watched her die. The water was to short. The men were retort. I tried to save her. I almost died to. They saved me. Why not her. I cried all day. Take her not me! That's all I say, when I see a fireman. Make them take in guilt. My mother locked me up in my room tonight. Saying your alright. I hear my mother crying. Beging god please. Let my daughter come back. SHE WON'T!


    It may not rhyme, but it's my feelings for what happend to my sister.

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