She left me on the wharf
To follow unseen tracks.
Creaky planks and rusted nails
All told me to go back.

"The Lighthouse you see is meant for you.
Come here, young man; come here.
We call to many, this be true,
And the time has come again."

I hadn't nerve enough to ask
How they knew of my plight.
She'd left me on the wharf,
and it didn't seem quite right...

"How do you know my troubles, folk,
How have you come to know my shame?
Since I've been left I barely spoke;
I've uttered but her name..."

"The name you speak is who we serve.
We're all of us unique.
Like us you're dealt not what's deserved,
But all we do is speak.

She sends many to our cold embrace.
Young man, she does this to ease her thirst.
She weave herself through time and space;
You haven't been her first.

We can't tell you that you don't belong,
You're here because you do!
We all of us--the weak and strong,
All walked the wharf like you!"

She left me on the wharf that night;
Left to dwell upon my pangs.
Her vision serves our only sight,
As new victims find her fangs...