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Lyrics
Not all will see
Not all will feel
A quiet spark
Cuts through the steel
No trumpet call
No blazing sun
A thread of fire
For only one
The dark is deep
The crowd is blind
But eyes that search
Will surely find
A pulse, unseen
A distant gleam
For hearts that ache
For those who dream
It will not burn
To light the hall
But in the void
It speaks to all
Some pass by
Some never knew
But to the few—
The light shines through
The idea#
Light without spectacle. No trumpet, no blazing sun—only a quiet spark that cuts steel, a thread of fire “for only one,” a pulse unseen for hearts that ache and dream. The crowd is blind; the hall need not be lit; in the void the same gleam “speaks to all” who can hear it, and to the few it simply shines through.
Dark-uplifting trance often promises mass catharsis; this lyric prefers the esoteric. I hear it as encouragement stripped of marketing: some will pass by, some never knew, and that is fine. Seeking is the condition; finding is almost private—recognition, not fireworks.
