Spark

I used to break myself down

So I could build myself back up

And when I hit the ground I asked why I didn't wanna stay above

It's the ebb and flow of things

The tide that comes and goes

And riding it out can get you far

But out there so little is known

You've got your ways of burning down everything you have in your grasp

You and I could get along

Lit up by the bright flames and the black ash

Take a look around