Lighthouse

The sun could not peak through clouds,
That were iron shovel dense,
And the lighthouse kept above the shore,
Circled in a searching fence,
My throat was swallowed by the fog,
When all the seconds lingered on,
But it was not worse than I pain I felt,
When I knew I treated her wrong

In the flames that night has caught,
Whisked through the air like ash,
On the ground lay these forgotten sparks,
Smoldering after they crashed,
They were buried atop a ragged cliff,
Where on top we placed the flowers,
And as these days creep slowly by,
The seconds replace the hours

I have seen the lighthouse bow its head,
Over the ocean of its weeping fate,
I swore to it the ship would come,
And that it would not arrive so late,
But it was lost behind the tides,
Over the horizon and its setting sun,
I'm sorry that I hurt you, dear,
I'm crying over what I've done