In your darkest hour
Your truest self is seen
The desperate, the needy
The strong, the lost.

They say there is always
A spark of hope
But a spark can
Always be lost.

The fire can burn
Light a torch to light the way
But you need to blow
On that spark.

The tunnel will have an end
But that speck at the end
Is that spark, blow hard
Light your way through.

Some do not see that spark
It is so far way that
It is invisible. No amount of
Breath will make that spark a fire.

Some pour water on the spark
Some stop the fire before it starts
Some never see the spark
Some don’t see the spark.

Start your own spark
Here is the flint
Here is the steel
Scrape and blow.