There burns the fire deep in every sun -
Burning there till the fires done.
The strength in starlight faraway -
Fire blazing lighting up the milky way.
There burns the truth - it will not hide.
In our hearts the flame that burns inside -
Flickering meek as candlelight -
Or blazing burning bright.
Fire flying burning through the sky -
The kind we wish upon and why -
These humble words it does inspire -
God may be our father -
But our Mother is the fire.
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