Where The Fireflies Fade

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