Amidst the waves' relentless roar,
A tower stands, a guiding shore,
The lighthouse beams, a radiant ray,
Hope's haven for the seafarer's way.

In darkness and in stormy night,
It shines a light, a gentle might,
A comforting presence, strong and true,
Guiding sailors, seeing them through.

Its steadfast heart, a reassuring sight,
Cuts through the fog, a shining light,
A beacon in the turbulent sea,
Leading dreamers, setting souls free.

Through treacherous tides and raging gales,
The lighthouse stands, its spirit prevails,
A symbol of hope, a guiding star,
Illuminating journeys near and far.

So let its light, a warmth impart,
To those who sail, a gentle start,
For in its glow, a promise lies,
Of safe harbor, and a peaceful surprise.