Tiny lights floating in and out,
little stars glowing in the darkness of night.
Fire flies.
Moving through the air,
like sitting ducks on a pond or a lake.
They compare to the stars above,
and relies
they aren't game at all.
Fire flies.
Finding their defeat,
they turn out their small light
and turn into solitude for the night.
They are fire flies,
not stars in the night sky.
Lightning bugs,
not millions of miles away.
Fire flies.
Defeated in comparison to the stars,
but have their tiny hope to share.
A tiny light,
a little reminder of the stars through city streets,
that someday will be among the stars.
Fire flies
