Valeriy Mozgovoy – Become the Light

I was the one with ash on my hands Cold on the porch step, staring at plants My name felt small like a paper cup But I kept walking, I kept showing up Then you said stay, and I heard it clear One small spark and the dark pulled near So I took that chance, let it break me open One deep breath and the door was open Become the light, become the light Call my name and I come alive