We, we don’t have to worry bout nothing
Cause we got the fire, and we’re burning one hell of a something
They, they gonna see us from outer space, outer space
Light it up, like we’re the stars of the human race, human race
When the lights turned down, they dont know what they heard
Strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world
We’ll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky
Cause we got the fire, fire, fire, yeah we got the fire fire fire
And we gonna let it burn burn burn burn
Sometimes I imagine my soul is a softly lit candle (completely organic and homemade!). During my whole existence it remains that way, lit. When I dive into my human experience, when I shower myself with love and gratitude, when I connect with another soul I feel it spark off. My softly lit candle ignites and burns so fiercely, so boldly that the hue around me changes color. I come alive. My existence is a light that shines bright.
When was the last time you burned bright?