The Lighthouse You Stood Beside
When I picked up that perfect seashell
I looked to my far left
Under the pitch black clear skies
And above the deep dark waters
Was a light
A light to steer away ships
And show waves where to hit
In my hand was the seashell that
I was planning to give to you
Over there was the light
And you were in my head
I thought you were over beside the light
And by morning time the waves would have
Washed you up on the sand I'm standing on
The next morning I woke up and went to the Sand where I stood the night before
All that was there was another perfect shell
Which gave me hope for another dream filled night
I look over to the far left
But the sun shadowed out the light