Not once, but twice, holding on
Fiercefully amid the sound of machine,
The flattening lines to oblivion
The fragility to light and darkness in between.

There is a spark in him, I hold onto that,
Taking it one moment at a time
His muted tears fell as I helplessly sat
Watching him, defiant, sublime.

It is a great fight, indeed a great fight
Giving me a spark in this lonesome night.