Lights

These lights, they burn
They dance, they turn

Rising from the wreckage of their home
They spread their wings and are airborne

When disturbed they rise quickly
Like a swarm of angry bees
But mostly they are sweet, lazy
A group of shimmering fairies

These lights, these lights
They burn so bright
So bright they fight
The far-off night

Those who gather round draw warmth
From their night-light of a torch

They keep it for themselves but do not see
These tiny lights escape to fly, fly free

But their freedom cannot last
They are fading, fading fast
Now, as I watch the bright lights fade
Oh, how I wish they could have staye