A/N: Sure my work might be good, bad, horrible, or great but could you
possibly spare a couple minutes to read my friends work? Her sign in is
sirkupo, thanks we'd both appreciate it!

To be spared from death
Is a miraculous thing.
I'm the only one left
And what sadness did that bring.
They are all gone my mother, my father, my brother and sisters;
My hands still covered in excruciating blisters.
Never again will I see their faces,
Because I watched them go up in blazes.
Colors: orange, yellow, blue and red
Nothing more can be said.
I'm alone, is this fate?
I'm trapped in a world of ultimate hate.
The firefighters had to pick and choose
Who to save and who to leave
I didn't want to believe.
Why oh why did it have to be me?
Why did I have to watch and see?
They are all gone my mother, my father, my brother and sisters;
My hands still covered in excruciating blisters.
The firefighters chose me because I was five,
And now I have to live alone for the rest of my life.