
Deep in the ground.
Lost to the night.
Silent and bound.
Hidden from light.
Not every flame
Rises at day.
Some have no name,
But find their way.
World pulls away.
Shadows are cast.
Roots will not sway.
They hold the past.
Rain starts to fall.
Earth starts to break.
Stone splits, and all
The depths awake.
What you were given
Will not decay.
It still is driven
To find its way.
Chains turn to sand.
Years cannot kill.
It takes its stand.
It burns there still.
Rain calls your name.
You rise again.
The fire, the same.
It will remain.