Fireflies and Folding Maps

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[Verse 1]
Mom’s at the sink
Cup in her hand
I spin my wheels
Tracing the tiles
Making plans
Brochure on my lap
Creased a thousand times
Circle round the cabins
Stars and pines and sky

[Chorus]
Take me to the summer camp
Where the fireflies float like lanterns
I wanna roll down dusty paths
Race the dusk and breathe that air
I know they’ll have to build a ramp
But I’ve already packed my heart
Take me to the summer camp
Let me start
Let me start

[Verse 2]
Videos on my phone
Kids jump in the lake
I practice what I’ll say
Heart pounding like it might break
“Will they help me swim?
Can I climb that hill?”
I rehearse in the mirror
Till the questions stand still

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
I’m not asking for a promise
Of easy days
Of perfect time
Just a bunk with creaky stories
And bug spray on my skin at night
I’ll glow beside the campfire
Like the jars I used to hold so tight
Fireflies in tiny orbits
Proving tiny things can light the night

[Chorus]