Amidst the crashing waves and salty spray
My ship in turmoil, lost its way
Upon the jagged rocks my vessel wrecked
My prayers for rescue goes unchecked
On the distant shore, a lighthouse stands
A beacon of hope in those desperate sands
With each sweep of light, a promise it sends
To guide me home and help me mend
Its lights cut through the stormy night
Guiding lost souls to safety’s sight
The blue moon casts its tranquil hue
As I dream of the shores anew
Long for rescue, the lighthouse’s light
To guide me to safety in this treacherous night
Beneath the canvas of the endless sea
Treacherous creatures reach out for me
Drag me under, weary and forlorn
As the tempest fury is relentlessly borne
The call of the sea grows ever strong
This is where I truly belong
One with the waves, with the frothy foam
A lonely spirit forever will roam
The shores to rekindle the lighthouse’s flame
A lifeline to sailors lost in Fate’s cruel game
Maxwell O’Reilly
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