I anchor the magnificent sea

with untold stories engraved in my bosom

standing against black thundering clouds 

that creates a prodigious background.

I stand forlorn as the heavens open up

freezing winds thrash n' bite me.

Raging tides and waves, seethe and froth around me

yet stunned moments of silence shrouds me.

I am the light of hope for the vagabond fleet

manoeuvring them away from death's jaws

I am the fate of the lost soul

I am the warmth of home, a true light.

O' sailors take a sip of courage from my light

and sail towards light my love

O' prodigal wanderer

I await with open arms 

for I am a lighthouse.