Lined.

I walk a path lined with fireflies.
I see only in front of me.
The past long forgotten.
Walking free.
The past not destroying me.

I walk a path lined in fireflies.
The moon high above.
Leading me to my destiny.
Not living a fairy tale.
Leading me to my dreams.

I walk a path lined in fireflies.
Calmly but cautiously.
Not running scared.
Stronger than ever.
Not looking back.