Fire in my hands, Smoke in my might
The clouds I exhale, The ashes I fight
Glory i have not sought, ethical dilemmas seek my plight
Yet sincere efforts have longed, To give back what’s my
right
Been searching for souls, That may permeate my guard
Understand my pretence, see the truth i shall not part
Aint a weakling, or trying to let go of what’s true
I don’t puff for passion, temporal let go of pains that
accrue
Misunderstood misguided misinterpreted, for times
uncountable
Mired by the shallow thoughts of beings, acting ever so
amicable
Make hue and cry, judge my acts some more
I respond to your cuts and bruises, for years that I bore
As the light bearer sets down, gets lost into the oblivion
I shall bear the smoky lantern, to ignite yet again a new sun. 
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