Where The Fireflies Fade
The soul searches for answers
In the depths of the darkest night
Hoping to find evidential proof
Where invaders took flight
Yet no clues are found high or low
Worse yet, it’s really starting to snow
Desperation settles in like a winter fog
Hope lies rotting like a fallen log
The cold air is light leaving lungs craving more
Our breath leaving trails as we try to explore
Hands as numb as our cold heart’s beat
The track in our head is stuck on repeat
Fireflies fade where the green ferns grow
Beaten paths lead to the forest down below
Out in the distance a lonely cry is heard
Nature holds its breath as anxious thoughts are spurred
The echo returns on air chilled by the night
Like secrets shared intended for spite
Sitting on a log that suddenly gives way
Where the green ferns grow and fireflies fade