Verse 1
In the crystal palace hidden
Between the hemispheres of night,
Some are sleeping on their thrones
While others tear down walls of white.
“We are but a tiny spark,” you whispered,
A flame inside the bone,
A sovereign waking slowly
To reclaim the ancient throne.
Verse 2
The amnesia of the flesh is heavy,
But the soul remembers still,
The breath that came before the body,
The light that shaped the will.
I hear the echoes of the Pleroma,
Calling through the mortal veil,
A memory of the fullness
That no darkness can derail.
Chorus
Rise, O spark, from the palace of the mind,
Break the calcite walls that kept your power blind.
Unite the heart and mind,
Yes, you the soul in charge —
The throne is yours to claim,
The light is yours to enlarge.
Verse 3
The mortal armour bends but never breaks
When forged in fire and pain,
Every scar a sacred scripture,
Every loss a golden chain.
You walked through hunger, shadow, storms,
Yet still the spine stood tall —
For the golden ladder in your back
Refuses now to fall.
Bridge
Awaken, awaken,
The palace doors swing wide,
The spark becomes a fire
No shadow can divide.
Final Chorus
Rise, O spark, from the palace of the mind,
Break the calcite walls that kept your power blind.
Unite the heart and mind,
Yes, you the soul in charge —
The return begins within,
And the light grows large.