I stood like a lighthouse on the shore,
Guiding you back forevermore.
No matter how far you would roam,
I'd keep the light to lead you home.
Through every storm and every tide,
I stayed while pieces of me died.
Believing loyalty meant pain,
Believing loss was love's terrain.
But lighthouses were never made
To beg the ocean waves to stay.
They simply shine and understand
Some ships were never meant to land.
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