The Lighthouse

The light house, the gaurdian angel of the night
She shines her light for all the lost sailors passing by
Her beam bright as the sun, flashing through the night sky

The lighthouse, a soldeir during the storms
Standing tall, unafraid of the chaos
Her light pericing throught the storm like sharp knives

The light house the night owl of the day
Sleeping and cozed away untill the night
Her beam off ans silent as a deer unwanting to be found