Waves crash violently leaving white water that grazes cold sand
The wind blew violently high on the cliffs face, where you stood your guard
A graceful, porcelain white frame battered by the salt air
Worn thin from the whispers of the sea, voices of the hearts that stopped beating when water filled tired lungs
My lighthouse, you peered through the fog in search of lost sailors
Men left stranded in search of salvation, the light that poured from your mouth called them home
From beneath the surface they prayed, may the current wash them up at your feet
Take pride in your glory as they embrace your open hands, these men have once shook the hand of death
Take them in your arms and fill them with your being, your spirit is immortal
For to save a life is to live forever, in the eyes of the ones that need you the most