I Make Sparks
I make sparks
In awesome ways
The dripping tap
Consuming my head
You took off
With little conflict in your way
And I'm not good at winning fights anymore
I'm just a needle in the hay
I emptied out
The contents of my case and stayed a while
The heavy load I bore I wait a while
And bare the swelling of my curse
But I gave ground
A bit of shove so you would see
I won't be biting at my tongue anymore
I could be catching up on sleep
I made a b-line up to the gate
Met with your eyes and it was appalling
We took a rest sitting on our feet
These are the memories I keep
We made the law but it shook the ground
Keeping it working was everything that would keep it from all going down
You're sat up
And I lie down
You're sat up
And I lie down
Writer/s: Ali John Meredith-Lacey
