There’s a flicker that appears inside of me,
A tiny one that’s hard to see.
It whispers, “You can try again,”
When every walking step feels like pain.

When the challenge’s hard, and I’m stuck in a hopeless place,
Or when I fall behind in a big, long race.
When The path is steep, and the climb is tough,
Sometimes I think I’ve had enough.
Then The spark seems to appear and whispers, “One more try,
You’ll never know if you don’t fly.”

Each fall teaches me something new like an insight to a breakthrough,
Every bruise obtained scrapes a clearer view.
The flicker burns when self-esteem’s the quietest and doubt’s the loudest,
It’s there, but it doesn’t shout, it doesn’t scream,
And in its comfort, I dare to dream.

When hope feels lost, like the beginning of the end is near,
And every step seems engulfed in uncertainty and fear.
The spark whispers, soft but strong,
And its words make me feel that I belong.

When my despair was at its greatest,
When my hope was at its lowest,
It had been with me through thick and thin,
It stayed with me, through every doubt and spin,
I look inside, and now I see,
The spark of determination was never far but always inside of me.