Born From Fire

I have a mind, a good memory

Here's how my life begins

I wasn't born from a woman's thighs

But from fire



I dwell on that dream

I don't want that to fade

I keep that dream

Until the axe does all that work



I was kept under the table

Raised from their sigh

I was worthless till the day

When flames did all the work



On the day I was born

They denied my rights

Even the right to die