What is the light, if our souls are the fires

What is so pure that needs no guidance

Humanity, love, creativity, peace or belonging?

What is the light, if our souls are the fires?

-       Our spirits are free, fierce,

    our souls are the fires

How bright can we get, what kills our desires?

But if our souls are the fires, you are the storm!

With every word you speak,

Another cloud forms

As the clouds hang dense and strong,

Your presence is witnessed

Your charisma is loud

You bring everyone to silence,

We turn to you for guidance,

yet your voice is the lightning that blinds us.

Your podium stands tall,

Placing weights our thoughts, 

Your mic makes us speechless; your ideas fill us with fears.

Now we are fearful, so let us just follow

Teaching us to fly, or instructing not to fall?

Now with the fear of flying, we never take off.

If our souls are the fire, Your words are the rain,

  That falls on the light

     and kills our flames

The weatherman always predicts rainstorms on Sundays.

So what is the light, if our souls are the fires?

I don't know yet