Verse 1
They bound their words in leather
Stacked them high in dust and gold
Said the truth was locked forever
In the stories they had told
But the night outside was breathing
Through the cracks beneath the door
And the forest kept on writing
What no scripture held before
Pre-Chorus
Then the lantern bugs came rising
From the meadow and the stream
Little sparks of living language
Dancing through the trees
Chorus
In the scripture of the fireflies
Every flicker forms a line
Living verses in the darkness
No cathedral can define
They spell their quiet gospel
In the wind between the pines
And the stars lean down to listen
To the scripture of the fireflies
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Verse 2
Every glow a whispered letter
Every drift a sacred sign
Ancient ink of summer evenings
Written bright, then lost in time
No command carved into marble
No decree in rigid stone
Just the pulse of wings in darkness
Saying truth is never owned
Pre-Chorus
And the night becomes a page
Where the insects write in light
Turning fields into a language
No one man can write
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Chorus
In the scripture of the fireflies
Every flicker forms a line
Living verses in the darkness
No cathedral can define
They spell their quiet gospel
In the wind between the pines
And the stars lean down to listen
To the scripture of the fireflies
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Bridge
If you stand among the grasses
When the evening starts to breathe
You can watch the sky come lower
Through the lanterns in the leaves
Every spark a tiny sermon
Every silence part of it
Every blinking constellation
Teaching us to read the night
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Final Chorus
In the scripture of the fireflies
Every flicker forms a line
Ancient truths in living motion
Changing shape with space and time
No throne above the forest
No hand that draws the lines
Just the breathing of the cosmos
In the scripture of the fireflies
MelancholyGargoyle
