When you're young
Your fire burns brightest
A brilliant, bright light.
It seems to never go out

What good is that fire
If it can't be used to craft?
Fire without direction
It burns away the forest

That is what I'm lacking
My fire is burning hot
But it's scorching me alive

It burns red hot
It must be handled with care
No caution left to spare

That fire burns within me
It's starting to burn me out.

Grasp that fire with both hands
Wield it as a torch

Illuminate the darkness
Of all the unknown paths
Use it to craft yourself
As a blade of exquisite sharpness

The burning blade
Born of the brightest bonfire
Point it at something
And carve it into a beautiful being