Those that history will always admire.

Are those that dared to play with fire.

Those who will make an attempt to tame,

the beasts that are living within the flames.

To share the warmth instead of the pains,

like a deserts rebirth after the rains.

Seas and mountains will impede your way.

Like the words that you just can’t say.

Through the nights the candle burns.

Whether be summer, spring or winter’s return.

On the darkest nights it’ll light your path.

On the brightest days you may feel it’s wrath.

Those who say “Don’t play with fire”,

If not warmth what’s to desire?