Like the spark that started the fireworks,
the sound of the lighter going in the dark
and the flame that emerges after the spark feeds its hungry appetite.
But can we not be the spark that started the firework?
Fireworks are beautiful but they go out,
within seconds they ignite, they dance in the sky, then they die down.
Can we be the Eternal Flames of Bulgaria?
Can we be the fire that Prometheus stole for the humans?
Can we be the burning hot sun, burning still after millenias?
Can we be the fire that kindled in the darkest of places and live on?
Because you lit up my world, you brought the fire into my life.