"it happened last night.

did you know?

i hear there was a fire,

she says she tried to save them,

but they died.

i'm calling her a liar.

how could she do it?

how could she walk out of that blaze

without her children?

i couldn't do it,

i would get them out,

or burn with my arms around them."

-

"you think so?

so in that situation,

is that really what you think you'd do?"

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"i couldn't leave

without my kids!

i'd burn with them if i had to."

-

"i don't believe you,

you say it now,

but right now it's easy to say.

life is tender,

let me hear you say it

while you're walking through flames.

it's a horrible

decision to have to make,

i can't tell you what i think i'd do.

would i have it in me?

could i leave them?

could i burn with them in that room?"

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"that's your baby!

there's nothing to think about,

that's a promise you gave!

i'd die for my kids,

it'd certainly be easier

than having to visit their graves.

could you do that?

would you be able

to rest flowers on your baby's coffin?

could you watch them

bury it?

watch them bury a casket you belong in?

i couldn't do it,

after burying a child.

what kind of life could one lead?

what would you dream?

what would food taste like?

more importantly, how would you eat?

so yes! i'd do it!

for my children,

i'd have no choice but to die."

-

"it's a sweet sentiment,

but you underestimate

one's basic will to survive."

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"i'd be dead anyway

if i let them die.

no matter what i do i'm walking through fire."

-

"words all words,

i hope you never have to face that fire,

but until you do, i'm still calling you a liar..."