The Lighthouse
The wind carries whispers
the wind carries lies
the wind carries souls
into unforgiving skies
Where the sea is the ruler
and her wrath is seen wise
but her wisdom is a battle
of the sailor's told demise
Ah, the future is a gift
and the sailor sees this true
but hope is always blinded
by the cold curtain blue
And he seeks for the answers
and he seeks for what is right
like a story told by children
in a flood of burning light
He shouts from the ship
and he calls into the night
but the seabirds are against him
and they block the faithful light
So he cries out to the spirits
that float above the mast
and they stare upon his face
and summon up the past
He stumbles into visions
and a lighthouse he did see
as the sun rose to collect him,
to set his fortunes free
While the ship continued on
in the storm, was granted lost
where his body found rocky shelter
though his soul was the cost