We Are the Fireflies

Look up. The dark is not empty. The power is out in the whole old town, monsoon on the window glass. My mother lit no candle, she just said wait, and let your eyes forget the past. Then one by one above the paddy field, small green lights floated in the air. You do not need to be the sun to make the night less lonely. A small light, a small light, blinking in the wide unknown. Too little to change the world, enough to walk somebody home. In Delhi they call you jugnu, in Kyoto, hotaru. One light is a secret, two lights are a sign, ten thousand lights become a river, and the river is yours and mine. We are the fireflies, and the dark is passing through. "We Are the Fireflies" is the new single from w-Band, a tender and soaring anthem of small lights finding each other across the world.