I struggle, I search, I dig, I fight
for light and sweet delight
See and hear the endless flame
of my own deep burning pain
I know, I see all the widespread fire
everywhere, in any far away shire
No way to rule and own the soil
blood steams like burning oil
Destructive dark dead useless hate
no longer believe in love as fate
Giving in to all that is lost and evil
forgotten strength, no will for upheaval
Yet I struggle, I search, I dig, I fight
for even the tiniest sparkle of light
Though one little sparkle is powerless
it will die out soon in its loneliness
So all the shires being around
reach out, hands can be found
All sparkles together make the light
in togetherness we'll shine bright
September 13,2013
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