The Spark of that Light

It starts in a house that's been hallowed alone The tension remains but the spirits forlorn. It seems empty enough but just step inside there's somebody, something that continues to hide. Left unexplained we don't yet know why What does it want? Who does it miss? Is it something been left in the cold and dark mist? It's stuck in the basement Refrain to ask why It hides behind chairs and clutter and things to disguise It's shrouded in darkness and does not like light I think it's just scared For it's questioning you see Why am I here? Why don't I leave? It seems impossibly simple to me. Yet it waits and it hides transfixed by its fright Waiting for someone or something to show him the light Then one day there's change Somebody's here Who could it be? It's a person and that seems familiar to me I'm still scared though what could they want? To help? or To hurt? Are they here to condemn me forever to Earth? But they have a certain glow, that's healthy And nice I'm still hiding though I'm still scared by the sight They've seen me Oh No! What should I do? Should I hide? Run? Or Should I just stay? Maybe they'll help me, this could be the day... They come closer They're kind They say something But what? They're speaking a foreign language in an unfamiliar tongue But then something happens and I'm being set free! The chains and the shackles no longer uphold me I shoot through the roof and up into the sky I shout down my thanks but am transfixed by the light There's Light Light! So much Light all around I've forgotten the darkness What it means How it sounds Now I'm crossing the Ocean So high in the sky It's waters blur blue with the clouds by my side and I'm going so fast that I almost don't hear There's music that's playing It's now easier to hear. It's loud and exciting I've never heard something so grand! It's like trumpets but better unbelievably BRIGHT They're guiding me Home They're guiding my flight Then I burst through the clouds to feel something never I've felt before, This un-ending feeling This thing called Amour. I know now I'm Home This is where i was always meant to be And I see Him he's standing With arms open wide The past is the past and it matters no more Who I was What I did Has been left by the shore