The Lonely Streetlight
In the parlours night,
Where shadows dance and whispers lie,
Stands firm a silent guardian of paths to home,
Holding the secrets of those who roam,
The agony of many it behold and gaze, a soft embrace,
Giving out warmth, to the weak to get back own their feet,
Its amber light, a beacon so bright,
The lonely streetlight, worn but...
Where shadows dance and whispers lie,
Stands firm a silent guardian of paths to home,
Holding the secrets of those who roam,
The agony of many it behold and gaze, a soft embrace,
Giving out warmth, to the weak to get back own their feet,
Its amber light, a beacon so bright,
The lonely streetlight, worn but...