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