Fireflies!
The spirit is burning,
I can sense the flame,
Through the light it went,
In darkness it came.
Through the embers it sparked,
Through the night it glowed,
In it all it shone,
In the black it awoke.
The spirit is searching,
Looking and trying to find,
The magic that binds like kind.
It is moving in the light,
Weaving a path of fire,
it will never stop,
Never rest nor ever tire.
The spirit is watching,
Watching until the day of old,
The ashes are scattered,
The fire's out cold.