The Spark

Creeping back into that place I know to well 

It welcomes me like an old friend 

There are no lights nor people 

All I have are my thoughts 

I'm not scared but I feel myself drifting away 

I think about Paris and the lessons learned 

When I knew how to cope and mend a situation with the pad and a pen 

Life was simpler then 

But that's not what matters 

Because if there was one thing I learned when I did that time in Paris I learned to 'Shake the Dust' 

Just like that 

With a phrase so simple and short 

In the darkness that surrounds me 

I see a hint of light 

That spark is all I need

The Fight

This darkness is starting to fill me 

Slowly creeping into my mind 

Eating away at my inside 

Sliding deeper into the shallows 

Falling, dying, crying 

So much movement on the outside 

Yet somehow I sit here lonely 

Sulking in this pool of filth 

My mind grows weaker My knees grow frail

I sit here and think Where do I go from here? 

Up 

Up is where I go 

Moving slowly 

Constantly growing 

Molding myself into that man I once was 

The man I know 

A happy man 

Until that day I will fight 

 I won't give up 

 You wanna know why?

This is why

Because I will never give up!