The Spark

If its breathing its alive
If it bothers me it’s alive
If it sparkles in the darkest night
it’s alive

It carries the essence
It cannot die
It is the spark
It cannot die

Every time I look away
When I know I should not
I feel its flicker
Every time I hesitate
When the voice within says I should not
I feel its flicker

Every time I ‘do’,
irrespective of ‘why’
It glows within
Every time I step up,
irrespective of ‘who’
It glows within

The darkness will melt
as the sparks ignite,
Yes, it will continue to glow,
Till the man in the mirror
meets the one on the other side