Love is like a ghost,
it cannot be seen but it can be haunting, Often present but easily ignored,
Like a firefly in a jar shoved in the basement, flaunting us as we creak the floors

Trying and tip toe our way past the green light and buzzy noise, through these homes we only know how to destroy
Shutting my eyes hoping it all to go away,
But I still see the silhouette burns

Like the love of a child newly born,
I only know what I see -- and haven’t felt the world,
Unconditional until one day it all goes away
The keyhole to a gate can keep us out or see us through

Of this cold and sickened wooden home,
You blew me down until my fall,
I daydream of the evening I finally let go,
I take the arrows but I don’t dare let the cuts show


Push the boundaries between us the mortar will soften, Keep drawing the line and the ink will run dry,
So you walk it off as I write the motions
Three walls cannot hold us, emptiness cannot lie,

We cut down the trees to write love notes in the cement,
Then paved it over just before it went dry,
For in the end we all know we are as fickle as a Siren,
Yet at the same time we are as silent as a demon’s cry

In this cold and sickened wooden home,
You blew me down until my fall,
I daydream of the evening I finally let go,
I take the arrows but I don’t dare let the cuts show,
I pick up the jar but the glass will not glow,

Let’s not build a new home on solid ground and green grass,
Let’s build it on roaring seas and sail the coasts,
Spread this light like words in a broken printing press,
And lay cement hands on the hearts of all those lost

Spread like shattered glass that once held the fly,
that guide our lighthouses from windward shores,
until the chimney’s smoke collides with the sky,
and the cloud make signals of hope before

We stood in this solid brick home,
Where you blew me down but I stood tall,
I daydream of the evening I finally let go
I took the arrows but this time I held the bow,
Picked up the glass jar and I watched the room glow,

Love is just a word unless spoken forever,
As everlasting as a hidden scar,
But we all have rolled up our sleeves
so I’ll break down these walls and shout out for all to hear,
For this fire like faith,
it can’t be believed unless shared with the world,
I’ll let the firefly out of the jar
And shine its light on the people
and they can come out and know that there’s nothing to fear