Walking down the streets of the night,
I search and searh and do not see the light.
Every step gets heavier along with my breath,
In the shadows all I can see is death.
My feet tell me to stop yet my spirit says go,
I wander on desperately searching for the glow.
The night falls heavily blinding my dreams,
Oh how I miss the sun's bright beams.
Though I see nothing thus far in this night,
I know soon the lights will be shinning bright.
For morning will end the night's rule,
No matter how dark the night, powerful or cruel.
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