Poetry

In the silent darkness of the night
somewhere shines a faithful light.
Ever so bright to those who can see
guiding everyone who wants to flee.

There is a way one must take
a path by which one can escape.
The night is short there isn't much time
before you know it the sun will shine.

There is no doubt about the way
you cannot see it during the day.
But then again it seems to me
how hard the way is to be free.

Elusive light come shine on me
show me where I ought to be.
By the deeds I do I hope you'll find
perhaps I should not be left behind.
If you choose me as one of the few
I'll follow wherever you lead me to.
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