Every night on the street, darkness will shove. Casting 
shadows from the candles above. Staring upon a path that 
I do not know. Upon the ground of the path that I show. 
Pain in the starlight, sickness all day. Lost in this 
world, have no way to pay. The storm keeps on raging, 
beating down on my wall. Shadows wait; they wait for me 
to fall. I begin to run, I begin to make haste. And I can 
feel the presence of the One who showed me grace. How can 
I escape this pain built inside when darkness reeks all 
upon this ride?