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Spark

Walking to the camp With only a spark in my lamp, We’re here for a night of fun But all I want to do is run, My friends follow me Holding back shyly First to camp We sat down the lamp, It starts to drizzle The spark starts to frizzle, We fear the spark is lost To us forever what a cost We find a small cabin We start up by babblin’, We go on, on and on Without our phones, I feel trapped As if I have been kidnapped Sitting in the dark Led by only a spark, It keeps me sane Even in the rain, Lost with nowhere to go I put on quite a show, My fear no one can see So I let it be, All alone I start to feel I wish this fear would just disappear, I ‘m afraid to speak I know I will freak, Sitting with my friends Even till the end, The wind blows and batters The windows shatters, Lighting strikes To close for our likes, There in the shadows I can see small battles, Do you see them too? Do you see the crew? Or am I insane To see such a thing We huddle close to the spark It is so dark, The wind whistles and blows With the past so close, My skin has goose bumps They rise in lumps, Lightning strikes To close for my likes, The spark starts to flicker On the candle whicker, I blink no more spark We are not alone in the dark I swear I’m not insane They see the same thing, They can be so vivid I start to feel livid, Why this anger inside of me How can this be? I am no longer at piece Leave me in peace please I want be left alone Everyone must be gone Leave me here to stay I will live here everyday I have finally gone insane From the amazing things I have seen No one is here No one lives in fear Leave me Let me be

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