Two souls, who needed to escape.
Two hearts, held together by tape.
They craved it more than anything, the fresh sea air.
Maybe the waves of the sea would bury their despair.
Two fishes, swimming on seperate streams.
Both plagued by the same pain, it haunted their dreams.
Two become one, their smiles were a lie.
Here by the sea, they prayed for love to die.
A now lonely man, he sat there in silence.
He desperately sought some well worded guidance.
He looked for a way out, he wanted to scarper.
So he set for the lighthouse, down by the harbour.
He walked the pebbley beach, felt the stones on his feet.
The shandy shores of wales at one with his hoofbeat.
The heavy thoughts refused to cease.
All the man craved was the tiniest moment of peace.
The lighthouse he saw, there it stood so noble and bold
A sight to him that was more valuable than gold.
Rusted green paint, marked with a dull white complexion.
To this lonely structure he felt a connection.
The unforgiving waves were ever so violent.
Yet he found in this place, a brain that was silent.
The gannets he saw, he saw them a plenty.
They stood guard over the sea, a white pearl sentry.
He watched the birds closesly, saw them hunt, dive and fly.
His soul did sing, no longer a tongue that was tie.
The man found comfort in his pain, accepting he would never be the same.
Towards himself, he did no longer speak in a manner of declaim
He found his place, his one true home.
A place from which his soul had no desire to roam.
A place that gave his heart a steal strong armour .
He found his place, at the lighthouse down by the harbour.