I am an ordinary creation

Giving light to men

Common in every nation

An archaic tool chosen

I serve many purposes

And help fulfill missions

I’m used to fight for causes

Standing tall among sermons

Others appreciate my beauty

Molding my body with grace

Others would care to perfume me

In occasions, I am a chase

Some go on respecting me

For the symbol as stand for

But you don’t really know me

Until you know what I live for

Yet while I serve I slowly die

Little by little shedding tears

As I burn my spirit soars high

Helping you get by your fears

And every time I die for you

Not even a word of thanks is heard

Somehow there are very few

Who live my life as I have uttered

They go on dying for their love

A love that is never returned

They’d cry below the stars above

As they, like me, are being burned…

-=Mokusei=-