Spark

Trust is debt - the cost is high, The bill is paid in silence, cold. No abyss here - a level sky, Where pain is dead, its story told. Spirits of ancestors, Stand before Him, Plead, save us, From shadows and deceit. For the land of ash and smoke, Seek His whim, Let peace illuminate, Our souls' retreat! Soul scars - not wounds, not pain, But marks of loss that we have borne. To beg is vain - a broken chain, To wait - like doors left open, torn. Spirits of ancestors, Stand before Him, Plead, save us, From shadows and deceit. For the land of ash and smoke, Seek His whim, Let peace illuminate, Our souls' retreat! I stand again - not ‘cause it’s light, But night still keeps a hidden spark. And if the fire returns, though slight, It won’t consume - it leaves an answer. Spark. Spirits of ancestors, Stand before Him, Plead, save us, From shadows and deceit. For the land of ash and smoke, Seek His whim, Let peace illuminate, Our souls' retreat!