In the light of the night I fight,
The fight for the light of the night.

Without might nor sight I fight,
For the right to hold tight my light.

What light is this you say,
That I need so dear to light my way?

The light that makes night day,
And hold twilight's demons at bay.

The light in which dreams lay,
The one that keeps me sane today.

So when darkness comes to steal it away,
I'll stare it down, defiant, and say nay.

For in the light of the night I fight,
The fight for the light of the night.