Brightest by Copeland
If you find yourself here on my side of town,
I pray that you’d come to my door
and talk to me like you don’t know what we ever fought about.
I don’t remember anymore.
I just know that she warms my heart
and knows what all of my imperfections are.
She says that I am the brightest little firefly in her jar.
� 2003 Militia
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