But fails to find the spark,
Of courage found in steady breaths
And wisdom in the dark.
For worth is not a hollow prize
That others give away;
It is the anchor in your chest
That holds you through the day.
But fails to find the spark,
Of courage found in steady breaths
And wisdom in the dark.
For worth is not a hollow prize
That others give away;
It is the anchor in your chest
That holds you through the day.
A surface, nothing more—
It cannot see the quiet strength
Behind the closed-door.
It counts the lines and maps the flaws,
But fails to find the spark,
Of courage found in steady breaths
And wisdom in the dark.
A surface, nothing more—
It cannot see the quiet strength
Behind the closed-door.
It counts the lines and maps the flaws,
But fails to find the spark,
Of courage found in steady breaths
And wisdom in the dark.