Like a fire through the rain,
I burn and and I run, even through the pain.
I'll try as I might, to burn bright and hot,
but the rain is drowning me out, pouring down strong
I feel so out of place, so unwanted, and so wrong.

But I know that I am needed so I double my efforts and try,
for I know that if my flame flickers and fails, my brothers and sisters shall die.
For I am to be their warmth, and comfort, when times get rough,
I can only hope that all that I give, will be enough.

So burning, burning, I burn on, without a doubt
it's only a matter of time, before I burn out.
Like a fire
in the rain.

Gather 'round, gather 'round, the people like me.
We shall comfort you, warm you, just don't smother us you see.
Come to close, a flame shall lick you not because we want to,
but because we are flames, we burn, that is what we do.

Just find us, light us, under shelter from the rain,
there is a dangerous beauty in the fire, a comfort from the pain.