I used to catch fireflies when I was younger,
And keep them in a jar so I could admire their light,
But I'd end up feeling bad about them being confined to one tiny space,
I couldn't stand to see them locked up.
So I let them go,
I let them have air to breathe,
So that their light, so that their scintilla,
Would keep shining,
Keep flashing magnificently,
For everyone to see.
But the difference between you and I,
Is quite big.
See, I let them keep living,
Let them thrive with brightness,
But you just couldn't seem to part with us,
The thousands of fireflies that you kept in your arms,
The thousands of us that you constricted,
Until our light died out and you disposed of us.
