Behind all those lights,
And all those crackers
There are little souls struggling,
Makers and packers
Markers of the shining fires,
Which bring about delight
But someone’s shiny sky of diamonds,
Is someone else’s dark night
Crackers may look starry,
They may spread the wind of joy
But there’s one child losing his lungs,
Making crackers late night,
And not playing with a toy
So when you give up the fire,
Give up all the smoke
We may make someone’s night, And no kid would choke
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