The Fire on Pope’s Hill – The Song

Late one night on Pope’s Hill, came a call so stark,
A family lost their home, left behind in the dark.
After two AM, my doorbell rang,
A man stumbled in just shorts and shoes, his voice sang.
“My house is on fire, you gotta help me please!”
I stepped outside as the night bore the breeze.

[Chorus]
Oh, the flames they licked the side, so wild and free,
Above the stone wall, roaring like the sea.
Ashmont Street was filled with sirens’ cry,
As young men in red gear ran up to the sky.

[Verse 2]
I grabbed my neighbor’s shirt, the first one I found,
A little too small, but we can’t mess around.
“Is everyone out?” was the question in the air,
Smoke swirling around us, a nightmare laid bare.
The night was hot, the tension ran high,
The fire Marshall held back the tears in my eye.

[Chorus]
Oh, the flames they licked the side, so wild and free,
Above the stone wall, roaring like the sea.
Ashmont Street was filled with sirens’ cry,
As young men in red gear ran up to the sky.

[Bridge]
The trees above glowed with an eerie light,
Beauty in chaos, a haunting sight.
In half an hour, the blaze settled low,
But the home was a wreck, and the sorrow would grow.

[Verse 3]
I looked in on the smoldering watery shell,
Memories lost, a family’s farewell.
Through the haze and the ash, I felt the pain rise,
A neighborhood changed, under darkened skies.

[Chorus]
Oh, the flames they licked the side, so wild and free,
Above the stone wall, roaring like the sea.
Ashmont Street was filled with sirens’ cry,
As young men in red gear ran up to the sky.

[Outro]
So we gather at the corner with heavy hearts,
In the shadow of loss, where the fire departs.
On Pope’s Hill we stand, with the stars up high,
Remembering the night when we heard the fire’s cry.