The town awakes at three,
the smell of smoke crosses their path.
Fire trucks rush by,
rumors quickly turn into lies.
Homes have been lost,
the buildings have burnt down.
How much will it all cost?
But, all we have left...
is all that remains of down town.
The town feels empty,
and yet so full.
Everyone’s so devastated,
especially me and you.
Shattered glass,
and broken hearts.
It’s all in the past,
but what comes of the future?
But, we’ve moved on,
it’s all been washed down,
and all that we have...
is what remains of down town.
no one has been hurt,
the pizza parlor unharmed.
Just a little damaged,
from everything we saw.
You drive by slowly,
through the midst of the town.
Because all that we have,
is what remains of down town.
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