I look upon the lake as a storm begins to brew.
The waves rage angrily along the shore.
The beach shrinks in fear.
The icy wind pierces through the empty streets.
And yet the solitary lighthouse shines on;
A beacon of hope amidst the storm.
I look upon the lake as a storm begins to brew.
The waves rage angrily along the shore.
The beach shrinks in fear.
The icy wind pierces through the empty streets.
And yet the solitary lighthouse shines on;
A beacon of hope amidst the storm.