Just not sure, what I am doing here,
The sound of crickets is all I can hear.
Sitting impassive under this sturdy street light,
In this breathtaking, freezing night.

Just too tired of these fake people,
Tired of being suppressed by this evil.
Can’t believe I am grateful for this streetlight,
For being the only one with me tonight.

You are the light for the people in need,
Completely perfect in doing...