The one time of year when glitter falls from the skies.
I huddle by the fire that burns so very high.
My fingers are cold and my sight filled with gold
and everyone’s here the young and the old.
A penny for the guy that burns up in flames
and I whisper goodbye to the one that I named.
Orange flickers, sizzling sparklers and flying ash
the wood begins to cackle and suddenly crash.
It’s dark and i’m scared and feel all alone
and I wonder if it’s time for us to go home.
I reach for his hand, look for his coat
a sob is caught there in the back of my throat.
The crowd is so big and I am so small
I slip on the mud and i’m scared I will fall.
A hand reaches out and touches my arm
and suddenly I feel an overwhelming calm.
I’m up on his shoulders having a rest,
‘So we don’t lose you again.’ he says in jest.
I look to the dark as silent diamonds fly
such beauty, I simply cry.
