Walking out the door of your tree house,
You draw your sword.
Defending and exploring the crazy world around you,
Taking that first step.
You grab your friends, head off to distant lands,
Protecting the exotic princess.
The land awaits and the world is all botched,
What time is it?

I sat beside my dear old friend,
Who’d gone and died last night,
When in our boat on gentle seas,
I saw a welcome sight.

In the distance stood an island,
In the brilliant evening sun,
Atop, a lighthouse standing proud,
I knew it was the one .

It sat atop a rocky plot,
A gray and barren place,
Where in it’s majesty around,
It lit its shining face.

There had to be someone there,
I thought to myself inside,
I started to bury my now dead friend,
At the turning of the tide.

I walked around to see him there,
My Captain standing fervent,
He said with a smile warm and glad
“Well done my faithful servant.”

He lead me to the lighthouse,
Where a feast had been prepared,
Where many other sailors were waiting,
While the lighthouse mirrors flared.

Ever have that feeling?
The one that hurts and stings?
The one that gives relief?
The one that feels like wings?

It frees the soul,
And captures the heart,
It takes your emotion,
And tears it apart.

Ever have that feeling?
That the beginning is near?
That this is the end?
That a new chapter is here?