The Lighthouse Above...
As Published by NLP in Fields of Gold
The Lighthouse deserted, sits alone on a hill,
the hush of the ocean, so peaceful and still.
It's construction of wood, withered over the years,
somehow beckons to me and dispels all my fears.
I feel a presence inviting, I know someone is there,
a lantern burns dimly, an old man sits on a chair.
He gives a warm welcome, the room fills with light,
the beacon shines brightly, for souls lost at night.
We walk up the stairs, leading to the lookout above,
standing with him, on this watchful tower of ...