Fireworks

Orange letters On a black screen Speaking of danger Hot and intense by nature No small sparks To light the way Of children's to be Favorite memories The middle of summer Begins to mean Uncomfortable nights And light shows No more Fireflies Beautiful dancing Or bond fires Just the bittersweet memories Of a different year The joy of years past Leaves you sitting on the hard floor Crying For no other reason Than not seeing Those stunning bits of fire That lit up your childhood Having them withheld Has brought you to this Tears running down your face As the bombs crack around you Recorded many years past With the sound of others Enjoying the sight Your favorite part of the year Yet you never knew how much Such a small thing could mean Until you're left On the wrong side of the fence Hand in hand With a new one Different than years past Who wraps their arms around you As the tears slide down your face Reflecting fireworks not seen

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