I am a Lighthouse, Worn by the weather and the waves.
I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.
I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past.
And the waves crashing around me, The sand slips out to sea,
And the winds that blow remind me of what has been,
and what can never be.
She'd had to leave us; my keeper, he prayed for a safe return,