I set myself ablaze,
Not out of despair, but hope,
A hope that burns brighter than the night,
To light up the path to the Promised Land,
A torch in the grasp of a weary hand,
Burning bright in the darkness,
A beacon for those who seek the right path to follow,
Knowing well that the flames might consume me,
That the heat might sear my soul,
Leaving only ash and echoes in my wake.
......
I set myself ablaze,
Not out of despair, but hope,
A hope that burns brighter than the night,
To light up the path to the Promised Land,
A torch in the grasp of a weary hand,
Burning bright in the darkness,
A beacon for those who seek the right path to follow,
Knowing well that the flames might consume me,
That the heat might sear my soul,
Leaving only ash and echoes in my wake.
......