The fire I want
It is the energy given by Prometheus
Because of wisdom
It was burning hard
The first tiny flames
Making herdsmen count the sheep in the dusk
Later torches
Allowing soldiers to travel far at night
There must be light in the distance
Otherwise the boat will be lost
The lost person couldn't find hope
Hope
Is like a fire
Only if it is not destroyed
One's future can be boundless
Flare
Through the cosmic and light years
I'm bathed in the warm sun
Looking up at
The 'FIRE'
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