If a furnace was to be human nature
And hell the evil within
Then hell could only be the smoke
The rest only shows God’s kin

If a fire were to be my personal candle
It would do more than shine
I could warm hearts with my passion
The spreading fire will never die

If a flame was to be a beautiful life
Then it could share infinite sparks of hope
It’s now something bigger than creation:
A soul that with a single connection can elope.

If a tree was a soul for an arsonist to light afire
Would it be my responsibility to do it?
What if forgot to light it properly?
And it extinguished as a wind blew it