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