What happens
When a spark dies?
A light goes out?
A heart gives in to the pain?
Do you shut yourself away
Do you try to hide
From even the closest friends
When you are beset by darkness
Should not the stars shine
For every pice of coal
Presser is needed to make a diamond
Think of it not as a death
But as a new canvases
That needs to be cleaned
To put better works on
Every diamond was coal
So darkness is not the end
Only the beginning