Alight on the lamp, it burns on the oil
Giving not a flicker for any turmoil
It glows so bright, this intense light
The flame of the fire, this beautiful sight

The tinge of yellow, orange and blue
A flame so tame but true
But you can leave yours ablaze
Which nothing can faze

Once a while it turns a fiery red
Everything in its path it can shred
But sometimes a golden yellow
So accepting and mellow

The way it burns the flame of fate
Depends on what you feed it happiness or hate
It is only in your control
Because the fire is nothing but your soul...