The wind howls loud against the stone,
A lighthouse keeper, standing alone.
The storm rages wild, fierce, and strong,
But in this quiet, I must belong.
The book in my hands is my only friend,
Pages worn thin, but I pretend
That in its words, I’m not alone,
That in its lines, I’ve found my home.
Outside the waves crash and pound,
The world is chaos, spinning around.
But here I stand, amidst the gale,
Holding fast, where others might fail.
The light I guide cuts through the dark,
A beacon of hope, a single spark.
Yet, deep within, I long to flee,
To find peace beyond this storm-swept sea.
But duty calls, and I must stay,
A keeper of light, come what may.
The storm outside will pass, I know,
But in my heart, the winds still blow.
So I read, I wait, I fight alone,
While the storm outside claims its throne.
For the light I guard, though heavy the cost,
I’ll stand alone, no matter the loss.
