There is a kerosene girl,

spreading a kerosene trail.

She lives Her life with no knowledge

of what She could accomplish.

She lives life unsure

of what She could conquer.

There is a kerosene girl

oblivious to what she is doing.

She touches peoples lives

and leaves a handprint of kerosene.

She still feels worthless.

There once was a kerosene girl

who thought "I can't do this anymore."

She didn't know what she was doing

when she lit that match.

There once was a kerosene girl

who lit the match and didn't know the impact.

She burned.

Her foot prints.

Every hand that she held.

Every word she spoke.

Engulfed.

Every person she touched.

Burning.

There once was a kerosene girl who had no idea of her affect on the world.