There is a fire in my house
Let it burn, let it burn.
It’s a house, not my home –
Its something I must learn.
And let it burn
So I may leave
And find my ways
To where I should be.
And when I find that place
I will put down a tent
For a stay isn’t sure
I’d rather pay a rent.
You can critique
And call me lost or aloof.
I don’t know of tomorrow
But today I appreciate a roof.
A roof I need
Under which I may stay
Return to it by night
And there sleep after I pray.
A place to put my papers and maps
Where I can chart route for next morning
But usually I have no plan
And I would leave without a warning.