The fire is just burning inside of you,
you are the light and this is just true.
Thy power is your holding hand,
Thy strength is that you always understand.
You were born to enlight the soul.
Your challenge is to make them all whole.
Thy eyes are shining like sparkling stars in the night,
Thy wings are burning when you are flying through the dark of night.
You are my son, my everything!
You bring them love and sometimes sin.
Call me your father, your guidance, your God!
I am here and creating the mighty plot.
You, my son, will strike and see,
You will be the winner and I give the prize to thee.
The prize will be love, warmth and light,
Given to you be the "Earth" in Her shining light.
This is my promise I now give to you!
You can believe me it all will come true!
I know it is another very different poem I just wrote. I like it though ... perhaps you do as well.