Firefly, if you cry,
bolts of lightning split the sky
into shards of disbelief.
And, firefly, if you know,
why this circle ‘round again,
why another dance with grief?
Is it always down, down,
never rebound, safe and sound?
Is it always get through,
always make do?
You don’t have to.
Firefly, if you go,
no more sparkle in my eyes,
no more take away my voice.
Firefly, if you stay,
I know someday you will go;
that will always be the choice.
Is it always down, down,
never rebound, safe and sound?
Is it always get through,
always make do?
You don’t have to.
Like a little starry sky,
a reflection passing by—
a memory of fragile light,
and suddenly you’re burning bright.
Firefly, what you say,
I could take a thousand ways
and twist and turn it round and round.
And, firefly, what you mean
Is a mystery for oracles,
treasure never to be found.
Is it always down, down,
never rebound, safe and sound?
Is it always get through,
always make do?
You don’t have to.
(No, you don't have to...)
