Through the wreckage

This hot burning flame
Will start going down
Soon it will only become
A small spark in the ground

I shift through the wreckage
To find what did survive
In hope that I might find
A small flame still alive

As the house starts to burn
And the metal starts to rust
the memories disappear
And the pictures turn to dust

I shift through the wreckage
To find what did survive
In hope that I might find
A small flame still alive

I watch it fall to the ground
As I run my fingers through the dirt
I start to finally realize
How much it all hurt

I shift through the wreckage
To find what did survive
In hope that I might find
A small flame still alive