There's a breaking in the dawn,
that glistens off a blade of grass.
There's a sparkle you can't see,
A little speckle that flies and exiles dark.
Twinkling somewhere inside of me,
A shaded area becoming free.
The pitch black down a long hallway,
Still dances with the glitter on the walls.
The empty air that flows through this portal,
Holds an illuminating spirit,
flying high.
To any naked eye I'm extint, but
There's still a light inside of me.