Fire Engine Blues

The Child I once was and knew oh so well
Has faded into a harden shell

I won and lost a battle here and there
But, yet the war it rages everywhere

My wisdom; please do learn and over rate it 
And yet, still others will always debate it

Faithful trust, just turned into holy rust and dust 
Life was DE-veined, derailed, just a bust

I must, I must, I must
Postponed and deflated

Under rated I am lost; Twas some others fate 
I entered into life; a little less, then late

Who dare try such a thing? 
Whom could bare such; without heavenly wings? 

Debased I cannot sing
Gone now to Is my wedding ring

With Burning Passions I am 
Set a blaze; my internals yet rage 

Bones and flesh are melted, as the Ice
I take one more hit, a final slice

Fathers and mothers now erased
A child left without a face

Flames grown cold and have over whelmed
Limbs reached, but yet deformed; and I burn, I squirm

I did forget that the flames rage was hot as hell

Yet still it was I that was not Burned

Sirens sound, fires flame 
The loneliest of hues

The absence of my lovelies colors

My heart it is turning to ash

And I thrash and I thrash

Whilst I listen to the raging flames
The Fire Engines singing their Blues

My child's hood is now gone, forever gone 

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man