That night

I wrote this after I lost my home and family in a fire.

You think you see but you never do,
The places I can never go.

Wondering and lost,
I guess the devil showed me who was boss.

Tired and weary,
I can never be cheery.

How can you see me,
and have no pity?

I lost my home and all that I love,
It all flew away like a dove.

That fateful night,
When a candle made my house light the night.