Lighthouse

Lonely lighthouse standing on the shore,
white capped waves frothing at your door.

A clap of thunder, streak of lightening,
a shroud of fog rolling in is frightening.

Moaning in the distance so soft and low,
the sound of fog horns faintly blow.

Ship captains struggle to hold their course,
in awe of natures mighty force.

Where is the light to guide us home?
Without the light, we are destined to roam.

From in the distance the light did shine,
the tall thin lighthouse stood like a shrine.