Fire...
It can be such beautiful
Yet such horrible power
It can be weak and worthless
On a little candle
But you're, oh, so wrong about it.
That small flame can be so gentle and vulnerable,
But can turn into an undefitible monster any second
That's why i like it. It is a reflection of my soul.
I can, as fire, be kind and gentle but in
Every moment turn into a fighter.
Fire burns down countrys, citys...
It kills...
Without mercy...
That gentle and almost kind spark is gone
And there is no going back. In that moment you
Can either keep it alive but many will die or
Kill it and only fire will die...
It's your choice...
