Guardian of the Quiet Night

_{(Effect by DeepArtEffects)}

A quiet night, the city sleeps,
A lone fire hydrant stands and weeps.
Its red light, a beacon in the night,
For those who need a helping hand,
A guiding light, a steady stand.

　The streets are empty, the cars are still,
　The only sound, the wind's soft will.
　A lonely figure walks the street,
　A silent witness to the night's retreat.

　　The city sleeps, but hope remains,
　　In the heart of every man who strains
　　To make a difference, to make a stand,
　　To be a beacon in this weary land.

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