We have the spark
That starts the fire
It lies deep
inside of us
Like butterflies
in the stomach
it wants to emerge
The spark that starts the fire
it lays in our fingertips
The spark that starts the fire
It sits in the pen
that we hold
The Spark that starts the fire
It comes out in the ukuleles
We strum
We have the spark
That starts the fire
So lets burn that spark brightly
And use it for the good of the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice sentiments, Emily. I like the way you think.