Fires

Something like a spark, 

can ignite a forest, 

just like we need an arc, 

to save this life of faintest. 

And my hands are calloused, 

from the the burning wood, 

but I will burn with the flames, 

if it will stop the malice. 

And by the nimblest chalice, 

I will succeed,

in making you feel alive, 

and by making the peace survive. 

Revolution,

is nothing to the forgotten, 

yet everything to the fallen. 

We will hold concentration, 

and throw caution to the fires, 

and merit hope into the heavens.