Stretching across the weathered wall.
Another night, another sign.
A solemn tune the waves can hear.
A lonely spark in endless rain.
Through the storm, through the endless dark.
Though my heart beats slow and heavy,
This light remains, though I fall apart.
They built this tower on stone and time,
Left me here like a watchman blind.
The pages turn with the evening breeze,
Yet no one comes, no voice calls me.
The lighthouse hums, the wind runs wild,
Shadows stretch like ghosts exiled.
I light the fire, though no one’s near,
Chasing echoes of the years.
Oh, I shine for the lost and the weary,
Through the storm, through the endless dark.
Though my heart beats slow and heavy,
This light remains, though I fall apart.
Once there was laughter inside these walls,
Once I believed someone would call.
Now all that’s left is time and stone,
A keeper cursed to stand alone.
Oh, I shine for the lost and the weary,
Through the storm, through the endless dark.
Even when my soul is fading,
The light will burn, the flame will spark.