"The best way out is always through." ~ Rober Frost
Sometimes to stop the fire you have to break down walls
and other times you
must leave some doors closed.
Destruction comes and leaves in different ways,
like lost sons returning
home.
Each one holds a different heartache,
yet the affliction is the same.
It is a painful feeling
when you must watch but cannot fix.
You do not hold the hatchet.
You do not have the power to stop the flames.
One can only pray for healing,
and mercy from that kind of wreckage.
When the one you love is the soul that cannot run
away from the burning building,
but can only go back inside
to save their self.
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