It stands alone
looking out into black waters of the night
as its light caresses the perils beneath.
It's a listener
forever listening to the conversations between the waves and the rocks
Its light embraces the water
like old friends reunited
How many years have those glass eyes seen pass by like this?
When the rain trickles down those very eyes
Does it cry tears of loneliness?
But it did have a frequent visitor much like it
One that shone in the morning instead of night
Maybe through the light and warmth of day, they exchanged a thousand tales
Maybe it cringes, every evening when the sun dives into the water
And says goodbye
Solitude is a way of life
Far too familiar to this guardian angel
Today, tomorrow and for eternity to come
[ Truth be told, I have never seen a lighthouse other than in pictures and movies. But I do hope to see a lighthouse someday, perhaps all the way in Glasgow.]
looking out into black waters of the night
as its light caresses the perils beneath.
It's a listener
forever listening to the conversations between the waves and the rocks
Its light embraces the water
like old friends reunited
How many years have those glass eyes seen pass by like this?
When the rain trickles down those very eyes
Does it cry tears of loneliness?
But it did have a frequent visitor much like it
One that shone in the morning instead of night
Maybe through the light and warmth of day, they exchanged a thousand tales
Maybe it cringes, every evening when the sun dives into the water
And says goodbye
Solitude is a way of life
Far too familiar to this guardian angel
Today, tomorrow and for eternity to come
[ Truth be told, I have never seen a lighthouse other than in pictures and movies. But I do hope to see a lighthouse someday, perhaps all the way in Glasgow.]
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