I'm like a candle.
I am too much to handle.

Fire flames surround my face.
I fall and burn down the place.

The place comes crashing down.
Fire frenzy throughout the town.

Firefighters come to the hurry.
But quickly leave due to the furry.

Flames spread faster than a speeding train.
Nothing left but a ferocious fire flame.

Dust falls crying over the city.
Nothing left but ash and pity.

And I try to listen to what others say.
I sit in silence and pray.
That my own mind will be content and stay.
Without my own mind burning away.

And God forbid my mind burst and become hard to handle.
For I am nothing more than a lit wax candle.