He is a fire, was once a spark
Approached by no one, feared by
everyone
They never go near, for he burns marks
Scars that will never be gone

He lighted the dark with his flames
Left alone, and he went rampage
People pointed fingers, he got the blame
Blindly, he was forgetten and left to age

But if we feel his pain, his burning ember
We could see pass the ashes of his fire
Give empathy for him to remember
That he's the flame made to inspire