Against the cold of the world,
Which fate and circumstance hurled,
I started a fine fire
Like Rocky who i so admire.

There are times when i am lost,
And my fire is exhaust.
Sometimes the world gets colder,
And my burdens become heavier..

This is when i fuel my fire.
To get power i so desire;
I put a forest fire in a lamp,
Now a foolish attempt.

Alas this fire has me consumed,
When rage was the answer, i assumed.