There is a street lamp at the end of my driveway
A luminescent lollipop
Flooding the cement with a pool of yellow light
But I'm still afraid to go out after dark
To trod through the grass or dance across concrete
And make it past that street lamp
They are on every street corner in my neighborhood
Crafting a world in which darkness does not exist
But I'm not afraid of the night; I'm afraid of being seen
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
There is a street lamp at the end of my driveway
A luminescent lollipop
Flooding the cement with a pool of yellow light
But I'm still afraid to go out after dark
To trod through the grass or dance across concrete
And make it past that street lamp
They are on every street corner in my neighborhood
Crafting a world in which darkness does not exist
But I'm not afraid of the night; I'm afraid of being seen
