I light the way,

I’m the reason the night glows;

not many take notice,

but I carry them home.

They need me more than they think.

 

On drunken nights, they’d lose their way;

In their oblivious state they don’t see me.

But I am here, I am bright.

Dusk would swallow them.

All without me.

 

Night falls and I am at my brightest,

beaming down, saving cars from collisions.

But there are places I am not.

Those places are dark,

frightening, spine-chilling, hair-raising.

Those places where I am not.

They need me.

I light the way.

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