Lyrics: Therese Villarante Music: Marlon Barnuevo My father told me to stop posting love notes on Facebook when I’m without a love life because it seems as though I’m always chasing instead of just
waiting
but I tell him about the fireflies.
I’ve never seen them but if they ever appear in a vast empty field,
I would run towards their flickering. And the butterflies in our backyard, didn’t we run after them too?
I tell him I am not tired. I tell him I am not chasing. I tell him I am only drawn to things with light and wings, but I am a child with no nets and no bottles.
All I have are words.