through the day i'll sing and play and at night i look up to the sky lights, little things here and there, but nothing with out you i can faire.

My friends and family i may love the most but my best friend i need to boast she is my light the other half of me i guess, but only a fool would know 

We would play and laugh and sing all day and at night catch the bugs that come to play. then when we miss them we fly home, or maybe far away.

This poem is about: 
My family
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