She loved to play with fireflies,
For short their time was, here.
Who knew one day the firefly
Held dead would, memories smear?

For fireflies, their lives are short,
And yet the light they give
Is set in stone in children's dreams;
In hearts touched to believe.

And all you did, and all you said
Still rings true in our ears;
In hearts you touched, my tears you hold-
Tells the world that you were here.

For as stars shine brightest before death,
Some lights may burn too bright;
Too bright to last, too bright to stay:
Too bright a light away.