Firefly

He picked them up,
then he drepped thent in a jar,
Firefly…
He loved to watch them
burning like a thousand stars,
Firefly…
And as the air ran dry,
He saw them fade and die,
But I never heard him cry,
Firefly…
He picked her up
at the Golden Horseshoe bar,
Firefly…
He took her riding
in a fancy stolen car,
Firefly…
He turned the radio on,
He sang his favourite song,
«I'll miss you when you’re gone»
Firefly…
Some people put their faith in anything,
She did her puppet dance,
He pulled the strings…
They came here yesterday,
They took his things away,
They even knew his name,
Firefly…
I don’t care what he has done,
He’s still my only son,
And I’ll miss him when he’s gone,
Firefly…