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
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
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
Heyow
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