My family is a lit candle 
                             Crackle, Pop! 
 
                            My brothers  
                 The wax that oozes down 
                           With a drip 
 
                       Me, I am the fire  
             Who can have bursts of rage at times 
                   And can become crazy 
                   Crackle, Crackle, POP! 
 
            My Dad, the wick that stays away 
               But coming out to be there for 
                     Me and my brothers  
       
                            My Mother 
                The dish that holds the wax 
       In the process getting burned and scarred 
                          With past pains 
 
                              We are a  
                                Candle