I'm the tip of the match that you strike
to light a good world on fire
a delicate little firecracker
I teeter on the edge of chaos
and the tighter you hold on,
the louder I become
But protect me you try
to dunk me in water, make me fire proof
vain efforts they last a minute,
but a minute is all you get
I'm serene in looks
but tempestuous in motion
I am the spawn of rage and mercy