The fires rolled up the mountain
The embers flew over the hills
We didn’t know how the fires got here
And I guess we never will.

We tried to outrun the fires
We ran as fast as we could
But some people holed up in cars
And others in houses of wood.

In the cold grey dawn of Sunday
The death toll started to rise
A few survivors left the hills
With sadness and fear in their eyes.

When the sun shines over the mountain
And the hills are evergreen
We may forget the horror
Of that awful charred scene.

Its a day we will remember
Our own holocast
Its when the firestorm hit us
And broke a community apart.