I light up a fire, a fire that stands for all injustice that we see.
It helps to revive the pictures of grief that it is incapable to ease.
An impulse to move up with the rise of wind, travels way beyond our reach,
To search for a savior - it can't find down here - against the fall.
I light up a fire, a fire that mourns for those who know atrocity.
It helps realize that fate does not grant all what's self-evident for me.
A fire that climbs up. Like a shooting star, travels distant galaxies.
One wish it might grant us to rise like itself against the force of gravity.
First, you rise from embers shy and then you
Climb up high and weightless, brave the fall.
My burgeoning fire, please, fly! Please, shine!
You shine, you warm me - my hope - your light engulfs the cold
And changes our world in defiance of it all.
And spark, and fly, and glow, and shine!
Don't fall but rise and burn, my fire!
Gravity, the force of gravity!
The force of gravity!
The force of gravity!