The sky lights up like a butter cup
Filled full with fire flies
Dreaming of days
When they were not slaves
To the cruelty of kids
And I suffer with the thunder
As it rolls across the wind
Winning over the pain
Of being so plain
And I suffer in sorrow
Wishing I could just leave tomorrow
Open the lid of my life
To let those fire flies fly free
Hoping the hurt that now haunts me
Will escape beneath their tiny wings
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
