Fading Beacon

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The sun sinks low, its shadow tall,
Stretching across the weathered wall.
A final sip of bitter wine,
Another night, another sign.
The bell still rings though no one's near,
A solemn tune the waves can hear.
I keep the flame, though none remain,
A lonely spark in endless rain.
Oh, I shine for the lost and the weary,
Through the storm, through the endless dark.
Though my heart beats slow and heavy,
This light remains, though I fall apart.
They built this tower on stone and time,
Left me here like a watchman blind.
The pages turn with the evening breeze,
Yet no one comes, no voice calls me.
The lighthouse hums, the wind runs wild,
Shadows stretch like ghosts exiled.
I light the fire, though no one's near,
Chasing echoes of the years.
Oh, I shine for the lost and the weary,
Through the storm, through the endless dark.
Though my heart beats slow and heavy,
This light remains, though I fall apart.
Once there was laughter inside these walls,
Once I believed someone would call.
Now all that's left is time and stone,
A keeper cursed to stand alone.
Oh, I shine for the lost and the weary,
Through the storm, through the endless dark.
Even when my soul is fading,
The light will burn, the flame will spark.