On rugged cliffs where waves collide,
Stands a tower with a light inside,
A beacon bright in the darkest night,
Guarding sailors with its guiding light.

Through storm and calm, it shines the same,
A silent sentinel without a name,
Its steadfast beam, a hopeful sign,
For every vessel lost in time.

The keeper’s watch, a lonely chore,
Yet solace found in ocean’s roar,
For in each flash, a promise made,
To lead the lost and unafraid.

The lighthouse stands, through years and tide,
A symbol proud, where fears subside,
Eternal flame in tempest’s might,
A guardian of the endless night.