Oh, in a faraway land
It stands, of deepest black
The great lighthouse
Judging us, weighing us
As we're measured
And found to lack

No seams of stone
Nor hollow sound
Nor doorway made for us
A midnight fortress
Set to sunny skies
As landscape turns to rust

It's ghostly light
Brings naught,
Absent of illumination
And so it's stood
As quiet sentinel
Passed down from crumbling nations

Devoid of any human sound
Quiet as graves
And cold as ice
No one dares touch
It's absolute surface
For fear of its dark price

For all of eternity
It has stood
And watched you on your journey
From rage to joy
And love and loss
The lighthouse observes your yearning