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In the darkness, there is light, Brightening the blackest night. A single spark remains in sight. A single spark remains to fight. Into fire it must grow, Giving off a warming glow. Shadows start to creep from sight, Fleeing from the fire's bite. Growing, growing ever tall, Flame becomes a fortress wall. Dwindle, dwindle ever so, Darkness shrinks as fire grows. Shining bright its blinding light, The fire burns with all its might. Like a beast of ancient lore, It bellows out a mighty roar. Darkness hides in cracks and holes, And still the light forever flows. I guess it simply goes to show, You can't burn out a person's soul. In the darkness, there is light, Brightening the blackest night. A single spark remains in sight. A single spark remains to fight. |