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The Lighthouse

There was a secret lighthouse
Standing erect and tall and free
He loved the life he lived and knew
Always looking out to sea.

A Beacon for all the many ships
That passed by day and night
In all kinds of stormy weather
He flashed and shone his safety light.

He wore his livery of red and white
So proud and tall he stood
He braved the rains the winds and storms
He weathered every mood

On large liners, cargo vessels and tiny boats
He would cast his beady eye
Safe haven he would afford to all
Ensure there was no sadness, and no tears to cry

This beacon in the darkness
Till the shades of night turn into day
Should give us hope, that like the Lighthouse
When we are lost, we will be shown the way.