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I light up a fire, a fire that stands for all injustice that we see. |
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It helps to revive the pictures of grief that it is incapable to ease. |
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An impulse to move up with the rise of wind, travels way beyond our reach, |
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To search for a savior - it can't find down here - against the fall. |
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I light up a fire, a fire that mourns for those who know atrocity. |
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It helps realize that fate does not grant all what's self-evident for me. |
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A fire that climbs up. Like a shooting star, travels distant galaxies. |
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One wish it might grant us to rise like itself against the force of gravity. |
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First, you rise from embers shy and then you |
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Climb up high and weightless, brave the fall. |
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My burgeoning fire, please, fly! Please, shine! |
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You shine, you warm me - my hope - your light engulfs the cold |
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And changes our world in defiance of it all. |
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And spark, and fly, and glow, and shine! |
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Don't fall but rise and burn, my fire! |
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Gravity, the force of gravity! |
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The force of gravity! |
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The force of gravity! |
