Flames are dazzling light 

It attracts many towards itself 

To few it gives warmth and light 

And to many it burns them up inside 

 

Those who receive the warmth and light 

For them this flame is beautiful 

And those who are burnt up completely 

Consider even a spark to be imprisoning ugly 

 

There's the past which creates experiences 

These are inevitable truth resounding deep inside 

Our brain echo the voices of our indestructible past 

Making us dread even from a spark 

 

Those that let the demons overpower their soul 

Are seen running around from one part to another 

No rest they find in any beauty, no peaceful sleep 

And if they attain these they become boisterous and clumsy 

 

Liberty lies in seclusion for those 

Who are running away from their own souls 

Missing out on every opportunity 

To heal and become completely whole 

 

Achievers of happiness wear the wreaths of victory 

Nothing stops them from controlling their feelings 

They are the masters of their thoughts and not bogged into slavery 

Breathing freedom from fear, hatred and suspicion permanently 

 

Don't touch the flame if you aren't ready 

Sometimes exploring can lead to life unkind 

Creating a life of misery for one and all 

Knowing not whether to touch the flame or not