The tower stood lonely
Rocked by the sea;
The tower, told to be made of stone,
Was bent on guiding thee!
Years of struggle with the water
A forlorn sight it wore;
It was no great warrior
But a fighter nonetheless!
Waiting for her estranged kids
Guiding them all ashore;
The tower gleamed back into the darkness,
A noble crown dost she own!
When hopes are dashed amidst the rocks
With all hell breaking loose
The ocean turns out to be a deserting friend
Lo and behold – a faithful beam is seen!