isn’t fire innocent, always

isn’t fire innocent, always,
however, whatever it burns;
just so long as there is light
passion, truth, forever earns.
such is the merit of men and good hearts,
and so, their fuel in essence is the same:
its life is faith and death does its duty
to all who at destruction falsely aim—
and so begins the noble races to shine
and outshine, treasures after sweet pleasures—
everyone wins when everybody plays,
for all joy holds a warmth which must spread.

give me bright one reason—all the same
is every cry and lie of sour blame.

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