Like a slave with no master
Or a church with no pastor
Sometimes, our lives are simply
Beautiful disasters.

Now what does that mean?
Well I'm glad you asked
See, everyone has to start over sometimes
And how better than with a fire that burns clean.

But to the fire do not add gas,
Even though it burns so bright,
But allow the fire to burn and destroy
The troubles of your life

And when that fire has burned itself out
The ashes coating the ground like sleet
Rebuild, with no feasible doubt
That you dear friend are complete