Lone fire
Don't need a sire

Have no clique
And they don't stick

They don't lead
Don't let themselves to be led

Often unmanaged
Don't want to be center staged

They avoid to be judged
Also don't want to be nudged

They are good listener
But don't find someone similar

Fighting inner war
Yet their door is azar

Like anonymity
Yet ready for charity

Die for their beloved
Yet not chosen to be loved

A lot they did
But want no credit

No rest
Unending quest

Remain unheard
Such are people untitled