it's me your spark
for each affirming word
I plant in the earth to grow to sky
an image presented up way high
could it be I wonder hopefully
coming full round in this moment and time
a rare find is this sign pretending above is a mirror me
walking into the light following Icarus sights
molding the clay and forming the vine
hey father Allah would you ring and give me a holla
it's me your spark patiently bursting yet waiting upon you
art baby blue is kind and great
yet is wanting to know when he can make and take
flight into heaven to tickle your smile
and pretend my heart is you
