Acrid smoke fills my lungs;
it tastes of kerosene.
My computer has no power
and the phones are without signal or
jammed.
Lord, lead me home.
I consider my options,
I think of family to prevent panic.
Up is fire and darkness,
down is 55 levels; no stairs or
elevators.
Lord, lead me home
All around I feel the heat consume.
Through the shattered window
I can lean out to see confusion below;
Firemen coming, people fleeing.
Lord, lead me home
I think of dying burned alive
and futility of any rescue.
My
choices have dwindled,
my destiny confronts.
Lord, lead me home
