Battered by the Wave
The ancient light house tall and brave,
It lit the way for folks at sea.
I wish I had a soul like this.
It stood alone, some lives to save.
When storms came in, remained so true,
Though battered by the giant wave.
From day to day, offered itself.
It never tired of how it gave.
A light in darkness, may I be.
I wish I had a soul like this.
It stands there still so wise and grave.
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