I see a fire
A burning spark of hope in this old night.
Bring me to your heat fire,
an ember to remember the good things

Don’t let go little spark of hope
you’ve not been here long enough
and the chill is still cold.
Come back little ember to remember,
see my shivers as I brace myself
against the wind.

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