I work hard for this friend-ship Though I'm not quite on board, I'm there when you lose grip, Well at least when you're moored. Like a lighthouse I stand, And like a lighthouse I'll stay, I'll be a beacon on land Watching still when you fade away. You'll experience it all, good, bad and scary, Yet I'll stay by my post, watching and wary. Nobody saves the lighthouse From the violent, swirling mess. When the angry storms rouse Each flash of light is my own SOS. And I know they see my light Because they promptly turn away, And I'm not trying to put up a fight Honestly it's better this way.