The
fireflies
It
makes the darkness glow
It
makes the children want to play
In
the shadows of the night
Put
the fireflies in the bottles
It
will glow to guide along
Along
the dark roads of the villages
Those
were the years disappeared
The
trees all gone
The
habitats destroyed
The
fireflies of my time
It
is just a memory in my mind
The
fun of those years
Living
free in the villages
The
weather was cool
The
night to stare at the stars
When
developments came
The
trees all gone as well
Standing
up the roads and houses
Nothing
would be the same again
The
fireflies disappeared
There
was no guiding light
On
the road the street lights
The
modern fireflies
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