"The Last Beacon"

Amidst the roar of raging sea, Stands a lighthouse tall and free. Its walls are weathered, its paint is faded, But its light still shines, never shaded. For years it has stood the test of time, Guiding ships with its steady chime. Through storm and mist, its beam so bright, A shining star in the darkest of night. But now it stands alone, the last of its kind, The only beacon left for sailors to find. For other lighthouses have come and gone, But this one still stands, proud and strong. Oh, how it must have seen and felt, The triumphs and tragedies that it has dealt. The ships that sailed safely to shore, And those that never made it anymore. But still it stands, t...View all