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.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
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.
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