Everyone has a flame inside them,
Well, sometimes it’s barely a flicker
Or maybe it’s just a teeny spark,
But it’s there, just waiting for a breeze
To fan it into action.
Once it’s in action, don’t let it go out,
It’s yours to tend and care for…
Don’t let the rain pour down on it…
Keep it dry and hot and springing up
Higher and higher.
Then one day it’ll burn so high and strong
That nothing can put it out, ever.
Not the rain, not a league of firemen,
Not even your own occasional lapses…
It has a life of its own.