My lighthouse even knows there's more than what is told.
Sharks keep swimming,
I'm no longer in fear,
I've swum to the shore,
Where none of you seem to exist here.
Safe inside, I climbed my lighthouse,
As I approached the lookout, I glanced down south.
Peering into the ocean,
As if it's a torturous place I never have been.
I stood upon the edge of my lighthouse,
Waving down south,
Farewell my sins, I am free at last.
My lovely lighthouse has rescued me,
No more hiding,
I'll shine with its lighting.
Lighting up the night,
Standing tall and striking all the demons of the sea.
Balancing high above,
As I am free.
My lighthouse knows me and holds me close,
My armory that I love the most.
Built up in bricks,
The walls are thick.
Incapable of being knocked down, my beautiful lighthouse stood tall,
Waiting patiently as the recovery of my fall.
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