The Lighthouse; Home at Last
Round and round the stairs up wind
To guide your ship ashore,
Safe from harm and home from war
The light we hope you'll find.
I only wish you will be kind
To be greeted with encore,
Home at last, however do ignore
The losses your soul now binds.
For it has grown weary and tired
For you have seen many things,
Give light to the rocky shire.
Your past like rusty swings.
Home at last, you see the light
Of the losses your soul now fights.