Amid the storm, where shadows wail,
A steadfast tower guards the gale.
Its lantern glows with quiet grace,
A silent heart in endless space.
Unshaken, still, it holds its place.
Waves crash in rage, the heavens cry,
Yet the lighthouse meets them eye to eye.
It does not fight, nor does it flee,
But simply shines in harmony,
A tranquil flame by the raging sea.
The restless ocean’s fury roars,
Yet finds no foe upon these shores.
Its rage dissolves like fleeting foam,
While light remains, serene and home,
At peace beneath the starry dome.
In stillness lives the strength to be,
Untouched by fear, unchained, and free.
No need to bend, no need to break,
For light and calm are all it makes—
A beacon for the lost awake.
So be the light, when tempests rise,
Unmoved beneath the darkest skies.
No need to fight the wind or rain,
Just shine, just stand, endure the strain—
And find in stillness, peace again.
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