The lighthouse beams its beacon from the shore
to keep ships safe from crashing on the shoals.
Its lamp, a signal since most ancient times,
has saved the lives of countless storm-tossed souls.

When rugged rocks have formed a craggy coast,
when wind-swept waves have done their worst to thwart
the journey of seafarers coming home,
by light they've found sure passage into port.

I've never been a passenger at sail
whose life depended on a lamplight's beams.
I have, however, suffered through life's storms
and known the dark that douses hopes and dreams.

Just as I thought no one could hear my plea,
you, like the steadfast lighthouse, rescued me.