Barely lit
Is where I sit
It's cold and dark
On these streets
Moonlit
I'll mark the way
On your midnight trip

Will I be condemned
To never move a muscle?
Tired, ceaseless streets
And the every-mans struggle

Sad morose limbs
Will always rustle
The light can shine
But never for
Maledicted shadows

Heavy complacent steps
Fall around my seat
Only to coppulate
Your hopes are Within reach

I've guided those before you
Yet phleygas is not my name
Pray the next beacon before you
In hopeful orderly disdain
Will grant you more than my name

Torch in hand held high
For years and elements corrode
I will still be here next time
When you need to find your way home