The lighthouse on the hill,
It never shone although it’s purpose,
It stood tall, and so, so still,
And with that it used to lead us,
 
It always had so much might,
As the waves like soldiers attacked its feet,
But at night we all lost out sight,
And feared what fate we’d meet,
 
The hurricane hit and ripped us away,
But the lighthouse walls stayed still,
The white brick walls never did sway,
We were away from our lighthouse on the hill,
 
I was filled with so much fear,
All I wanted was a sign,
To make it all became clear,
To lead me back to what was mine,
 
The lighthouse was there, just as tall,
The walls were cracked but never crumbled,
Tears appeared and began to fall,
Our strength fell as we all stumbled,
 
Our fears were gone,
Replaced by the thrill,
As we watched dawn,
With our lighthouse on the hill.