We live in a world so cold. So numb.

Even with the heater on, the fire isn't starting.

The voice that we have been granted are deafened by the world's wind,

It blows out originality, creativity, humanity within.

We can live in a world where life is grand.

Where fires of passion and hope gleam like lighthouses in a storm.

It can guide us like fireflies in the summer woods.

It can be magical, brilliant.

The pain of the cold will be gone now,

the winds have died down and the fire, it's starting.

The lighthouse has steered us away from harm and back to the motherland.

Fireflies have done their work this summer. Time to start anew.

With our voices back, only we can decide what to say,

And what to do.

With our voices back, everything is new.