Through misty clouds a lighthouse white
down a rocky green hill to the sea
broadcasts its light in beams bright
a welcome sight for sailor eyes to see
A beacon of peril through dark of night
mountains of water raise and fall
in epic battles and heroic fight
forgotten with the next war call
Foam victims on shore swept away
buried at sea without any marker
birthing fire breaks water, head of infant day
reclines in water\'s coffin as night grows darker