The Spark

In the darkness or the dawn, When the light has come and gone, There is still a Glimmer of hope. For the child who dares to dream That this world can be redeemed, There is still a reason To Believe. That a spark can grow into Flame, that a love can Be born out of hate. When the sun disappears 'neath a dark Cloud of fear, there is still a Spark. There is still hope. When the light illuminates All the strands joined to create Something new and stronger Than before, There is power long Forgot in the love between The light and the Dark. For a spark can grow into Flame, and a love can Be born out of hate. On the darkest of days, there is Always a way. If there's still a Spark, there Is always Hope In the Spark.