The Boy Who Played With Fire

On the corner lived a boy named Ted
every morning he woke up , hopped out of bed
nobody knew that today may be his last
nobody knew his dreams would die so fast
 It was in a small Texas town
all the lil' boys now held a frown
they had heard some sad news about a boy that was eight
He was playing with fire, only minutes to wait
wait for what was about to happen soon
then smoke and total blackness consumed the room
On a upper level balcony in a bathroom he stood
the beams all above were solid oak wood
He could see nothing as he fought his way through
the smoke was so dense, he didn't know what to do
a neighbor aside was on the line with emergency crew
9-1-1 dialed would the boy make it through
The lil' boy was crying , for asleep was his mom
in the bedroom across the hall, but he heard no alarm
the fire engines siren was loud and blaring
as it rolled up to the house , with the firemen daring
to conquer this hellish blaze , a boy only eight in a frantic craze

The firemen unrolled their hose, the water dousing the flames that rose
Was this boy still alive, not a single soul could see what's inside
A ladder was set from the ground, to the upper level room where his mother was found. She was sleeping but out came no sound, was she dead as the  firemen turned his head around.
The next firemen took his shot, the flames were an inferno, so blazing hot. They had hoped to find the lil' boy alive
it was so dark inside , ten mintues had passed by.
The mother's body carried out , the coroner was ready
now it was time to find the lil' boy Teddy. 

The fire crew went in , cutting their way through the dark
would they find lil' teddy with a faint beating heart.
They knew they were close to the bathroom where he now layed
choking on smoke as his lungs decayed.
This was a house were the two of them played
it was built in 83' , with His daddies hands it was made.
Although His daddy was not in the fire
He was off in the war fighting off gunfire.
The news the next day , was broke in an email
the boys father could hardly exhale.
He broke into tears as he thought of the years he cherished with his boy
He then went into town and drank it all down, remembering his favorite toy. The email read your lil boy is dead , The house was consumed in fire.
The firemen were too late , he met a fiery fate when the flames rose higher. This is a day for a small town to grieve and tragedy across the newspaper to read. All those effected , with these two losses
now a reminder is standing with two wooden crosses.