In a world full of anger and vanquish
the light always finds a way to prevail

It's the small moments that spark the truth
of who one truly is. Does fire fight and defeat ice or does it find a way to embrace it?

Is fire really fighting ice? Or is fire ice's calming sensation?

When it withers does it come back? Does rain wash everything bad away, is bad good? Can good be bad? Is it possible for one thing to mean another?

If your in search for an answer don't seek just see not with what's in front, but with what goes far beyond that.

¨It,¨ does ¨it¨ keep your tears at bay?

Is ¨it¨ the dam made of sticks and stones to withhold your river?

¨It, ¨ does ¨it¨ make your days shorter and your nights longer?

What life brings to us is always an unexpected journey, both filled with sweetness and hardships,

Is it ¨it¨ who walks through the path of candy or the ring of fires by your side?

If life throws you atomic bombs and turns into a valley of ashes does ¨it¨ still stand next to you?

If ¨it¨ vanished into obscurity, would your will leave the solidity of your frame?

Would ¨it¨ extract the wild fires flaring in the depths of your eyes?

Life is not as easy as the breath we take in if it was simple the mass in our shoulders would be thin air,

With or without ¨it¨ the vibrancy in those electrifying pools of gold stay ablaze mirroring the vitality and nobility of what is your grace