Fireflies

when i was a boy i used to chase fireflies,

for i thought they were stars that fell on earth,

they would illuminate the dark skies,

with their twinkles and lights from their birth.

i thought that if i could have one,

i could close my eyes and wish,

i would call a friend and have fun,

chasing those lights and miss.

but now I’m much older than before,

but still chase fireflies,

for like them are my dreams gone sore,

pain and happiness that made me wise.

i loved and i bled,

but still persevere,

i laughed and tears i shed,

i got strength in my fears.

but like a firefly in my hand i need to let it go,

because they are not truly stars,

only a good and little insect that glow,

like you that in my heart now is only a scar.