If your old and weary car breaks down
And can no longer faithfully carry you like a parent
On a dark night on a rain-spattered street;
If your nearest friend has turned ghost-like
And vanished with your cash;
If your loving mother isn’t home
Or has lost her phone,
I want to be someone
Who would drag himself out of bed
In the middle of the heart-tattered night
To search some godless street
Until you were found and safe.

I’ve given up on love a long time ago;
I’ve given up on finding meaning to my existence;
I’ve given up from time to time
In any belief in a compassionate God,
But I won’t give up anytime soon
My desire to do you some good
And protect the fragile light of your eyes.

Uriah Hamilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragile-light/