Everyone has a light, a fire instilled within.

A kindred spirit that fills them, and their wounds it doth amend.

It spirals, it does, their soul, like a lamp illuminating dark.

Within they hear it breathing, compelling like a lark.

It's hard to discover, so often doth it seem.

That little kindred friend, when its light may beam.

Even searching deep within, it alludes us even today.

But one still can hear it breathing, keeping mind and heart at bay.

Everyone has a light, one blazing fire instilled inside.

Seems we ever try an suppress it, it's gleaming light we like to hide.

Yet no matter how we try, to keep it in a cage.

It burns ever within us, forever as we age.