Lone Ranger

I am tall in my head
Dark in personality
I am a stranger to the world
As I walk in the night
With little drops left to drink
I can just pray for a rain to fall
Very little power left in my soul
I can hardly reach the sun
The night is all I seek for
Even in daylight I can’t spell “Bright”
Only if someone could reach out their hand for me
And give me a hold to live a while
But I think that is not the case
With the strangers of night
They can hardly be seen
The passage they choose is often deserted
One could only find the ghosts of their trails
No footsteps, no leftovers
Their track is traceless
So what more can you expect from such strangers
They are lone rangers of the dark
They are meant to be that way
So am I
And still I deny?