Lighthouse

It is not easy to weather love's storms,
Nor is it easy to sail on its sea.
It's hard to tell by the clouds that it forms
What kind of day those clouds will bring me.

Sometimes in anger I set off to sail
Out on the ocean without a first mate;
Knowing full well that without you I'll fail,
The Tempest is raging. The Tempest won't wait.

Miles out to sea, my heart starts to yearn.
And I head for home in the dark of the night.
And all the while you knew I'd return;
Your love never dims,  nothing turns out its light.

And you, like a lighthouse, stand waiting for me,
To return from the Tempest; to return from the sea.
Your love, never failing, always bright, always true,
Shines like a lighthouse guiding me home to you.

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