In the depth of our souls a fire burns bright,
In the height of our mist a flame flickers with passing light,
We're born of the spirit,
The flame in us which we must merit.

We have not because we ask not,
Flames concealed in us yet we care not,
Our spirits is our real self, you like it or not

We go through trials but we find our strength,
Wake up and rise with brand new length,
The awakening of the spirit is a journey of self health,
A path that wind a road to wealth.

Let your spirit be awaken with a vision,
Set goals as you embark on the mission.

© poet Davies