Verse 1 The world is loud with broken names, Flags of fear, thrones of blame. We learned to draw our lines in stone, Forgot we all came here alone. Every wound calls itself truth, Every truth wears borrowed proof. But in the silence underneath, There’s something still that helps us breathe. Pre-Chorus Close your eyes, don’t run away, Nothing’s lost that can’t be faced. The dark is not the enemy, It’s just the place where light learns to be. Chorus Imagine the spark inside us all, No crowns to wear, no walls to fall. No right, no wrong, just what is here, One shared breath, one moment clear. No heaven owned, no hell denied, Just life unfolding side by side. If we could live this single part, We’d see the world is one shared heart. Verse 2 They told us who we’re meant to be, Gave us labels instead of eyes to see. Taught us gods with sharpened swords, And peace that always waits for war. But what if truth has no demand? No chosen ones, no promised land. What if love needs no belief, Just presence, pain, and honesty? Pre-Chorus Lay your armor on the ground, Listen to the human sound. Every voice, the same request: “To be seen… to finally rest.” Chorus Imagine there’s no “them” or “us”, No holy rage, no silent dust. No leaders standing above the flame, No one left to rule or blame. Just the spark behind your eyes, The same one watching every sunrise. If we could trust this fragile art, We’d remember who we are. Bridge (The Spark) I’ve seen the light in broken men, In trembling hands, in “never again.” I’ve seen it glow in grief and fear, Whispering softly: I am here. The spark doesn’t shout or fight, It waits in the dark, patient and kind. It doesn’t need the world to change— It changes us… and that’s enough. Break (Silence – half a bar pause) Final Chorus (Soft, then rising) Imagine peace is not a dream, But a choice inside the seen. Not someday far, not up above, But now… in how we look with love. No good or bad, no final test, Just being fully, deeply present. If we dare to drop the mask and part, We’ll find each other in the spark. ⸻ (Spoken or whispered at the end) And maybe the song was never about changing the world. Maybe it was about remembering that the one listening is the one it was written for. Silence.
