A lighthouse on a rock, proud and tall
Through the darkest of nights it guides us all
From the top of its spire it leads you home at last
Making you forget all the horrors of the past
In a raging storm the lighthouse stands alone
Breaking the darkest waves, forcing them to atone
But with time even the strongest tower is made humble
Our beacon in the dark, began to crumble
On the cliffs a ruin lay
The foes of light were to many to slay
A lighthouse he was, proud and tall
Could we have done more to stop his fall
The night is dark and full of terror
It is only now that we see our error
No more guiding light can be seen through the gloom
I cannot help but wonder, will this be our doom