The lighthouse went dark,
after you went away.
The sea grew twice as lonely,
with no beacon in the bay.
But if you listen to the silence,
where your voice once used to stay,
you’ll hear me tapping SOS,
across the night thats turning gray.
And if your heart remembers maps
you never meant to cast away,
you might still find me drifting
floating
on the edge of break of day.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
The lighthouse went dark,
after you went away.
The sea grew twice as lonely,
with no beacon in the bay.
But if you listen to the silence,
where your voice once used to stay,
you’ll hear me tapping SOS,
across the night thats turning gray.
And if your heart remembers maps
you never meant to cast away,
you might still find me drifting
floating
on the edge of break of day.
