Must be considered in the form of a song, slow, mellow, morose but not sorrowful.... The third verse is to act as the crecendo. This song is about a reluctant love, where communication is avoided and the passionate ones are burned.
You are still free to roam.
Patience is the lesson palnned
To teach you before you go.
Burn out your fear,
Release your tears...
Hold on to this daydream
Realize your strength,
Freedom is coming
From which ever way you went.
MY Fire Fly,
When will you learn?
That the fire dies
When you turn cold
Burn out your fear
Release your tears... To me
The Breeze is wrapped around your gossamer wings
The Trees always listen to you, you pretty little thing...
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-02-18 at 21:42
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Fire Fly
Struggle not in my handYou are still free to roam.
Patience is the lesson palnned
To teach you before you go.
Burn out your fear,
Release your tears...
Hold on to this daydream
Realize your strength,
Freedom is coming
From which ever way you went.
MY Fire Fly,
When will you learn?
That the fire dies
When you turn cold
Burn out your fear
Release your tears... To me
The Breeze is wrapped around your gossamer wings
The Trees always listen to you, you pretty little thing...
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
Read 724 times
Written on 2006-02-18 at 21:42
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