In the corner of a dusty room A lantern flickers through the gloom Once it burned with a brighter glow Now it waits where dreams lay low The pawnshop holds a thousand tales Lost to the wind, like forgotten sails The lantern speaks of brighter days Before the light began to fade Oh, pawnshop lantern, your fire still burns A beacon for the lost and the spurned Through the darkness, you cast your glow A silent witness to what we’ve let go Hands have passed you, time and again Each with a story of where they’ve been A relic now, of hope and loss A fragile light, despite the cost Do you remember the hands that cared? The nights you guided, the paths you shared? Or are you just a hollow frame A pawnshop lantern with no name? Oh, pawnshop lantern, your fire still burns A beacon for the lost and the spurned Through the darkness, you cast your glow A silent witness to what we’ve let go As the shop grows cold and the lights go dim The lantern waits for a life within A lonely glow in a crowded room The pawnshop lantern defies its doom