We buried ourselves, to our chests, in the sand
Too close to the fire works, much closer then planed.
So when the light started to bang up above
My friend pushed me backwards with a violent shove.
We trembled, and gaped, and we stared up in awe.
None of the adults could see what we saw,
For they had stayed back, kept their distance, quite right.
They’d played it safe, but we owned the night.