Flickering around like
deemed ideas
standing still...broken.
Breathing light...
on a bedspread of colours,
up on the faith hill,
in the big sky,
with every tingling feeling
fireflies...take my wish,
my burning dreams
and give them meaning!
A slow and steady rush
marks your presence,
demanding attention.
Pave the path,
the way you want,
gothic or gospel.
fireflies...take my wish
and my burning dreams
be strong,cest la vie!
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