When I drove that mountain drive,
Whilst i remembered you were no longer alive,
How I felt to have not seen it all,
What I would have done to erase it all,
My life was changed that day in feb,
So much was lost so many dead,
The tears still stream down my cheeks,
Although its been seconds, days weeks,
The thought of all I once thought I knew,
Was put aside to the back of the que,
Not only that day was it Kinglake that burned,
But my heart and soul by all I had learned,
Of the fear the loss the unknown and the dead,
Of the mess and destruction or the loss of a shed,
Sitting and waiting was the best you could do,
Until someone would call or come talk to you,
It was the longest waiting game i thought I'd ever play,
My life stood still on that day.
