Our dreams are like fire.
Burning brightly for those who desire.
With a little wind it can take over a whole land.
And your dreams become reality with only a helping hand.
But fire can also be smothered by no oxygen to live.
Dreams can be diminished by one word to give.
The only thing left is one helping ember.
And inside glows hope, like one strong contender.
...to one day become a flame again.
