I stare at the moonlit streets
The lamps still flicker faintly
Like my hope, Like my faith
But still, I must carry on

The air grows dusty and cold
With barely a coat I walk
Along this moonlit street
With barely a dream, I journey

Time has passed and I shiver
Hours have gone since dusk
Less and less people linger
The street grows more desolate

Winds get colder and heavy
Drawing my coat closer, I look
At the horizon that glimmers
My hope is renewed once again

Moving on, I carry my hopes
Like the streetlamps, it wanes
Along with the moon, it will fade
But still, I must carry on

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