Amidst the roar of ocean’s might,
Stands a beacon in the night,
Lighthouse tall, a steadfast guide,
In waves and storms, it does abide.
A symbol of hope, shining bright.
Its light cuts through the darkest veil,
Guiding ships through treacherous gale,
With steady beam, it leads the way,
To safer shores, where vessels stay.
A guardian, unwavering, without fail.
At sunrise, its silhouette stands tall,
Against the sky, a sentinel’s call,
Painted in hues of red and gold,
A sight to behold, majestic and bold.
A landmark beloved by one and all.
In solitude, it keeps its post,
A silent sentinel on rugged coast,
Its purpose clear, its duty true,
To guide the lost, both old and new.
A symbol of strength, loved the most.
So let us marvel at its grace,
A beacon of hope in every place,
For in its light, we find our way,
Through darkest night, to break of day.
Lighthouse, keeper of peace, embrace.
