My Rome is burning, and as I stand there with the matches in my hand, I've come to realize, I am the culprit.

 I set my own city on fire. So I dance around badly, I stumble and fall. I'm late for my million funeral. This fall I witness, will take the past and make me heal. 

My clouds are here, rain will come and help my Rome, flowers will bloom inside me. Reset the sun and moon so I can see my Rome again.

By: Me