Upon the rugged cliffs it stands so tall,
A sentinel against the ocean’s call.
Its light, a guiding star in tempest’s night,
Steadfast in its purpose, shining bright.

Through storm and calm, its beam does pierce the dark,
A promise kept, a flame that leaves its mark.
Mariners find solace in its glow,
A haven where the weary sailors go.

The lighthouse keeper, in shadows cast,
Tends to its flame, ensuring it will last.
In solitude, he watches o’er the sea,
A silent guardian, ever steadfast and free.

As dawn breaks and the night gives way to day,
The lighthouse stands, its duty clear, its way.
A symbol of hope, a beacon’s silent song,
Forever guiding, ever standing strong.