With the power invested in you to give light
As from 6:45 p.m., you waste no time in
Shining warmly bright;
Gently you flourish, and with the power of
Renewed energy upon which you prompt us
Little kids, reminding us of the ticking clock
In our racing hearts.
Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc.
And your lights, generous, shine on the evening
Sun, slowly sinking beyond giving light.
You aid it into its soft and cloudy grave
Hung far beyond the glistening horizon
Adorned in purple robes.
The party is over.
So, light my way,
I beg you bean pole with shiny eyes.
Brighten my dark paths,
Dear tall light with a stoop.
Lead me home.