The Beacon of Love
The bright light, the Bramblebury beacon,
the pilot light that guides me home each night,
that light of love, it's foggy now, not so bright
It's just the fog I tell myself, surely it has not faded.
I look for signs that tell me more, have fear to run aground.
At journey's end lies destiny, a new chance to begin
To get there first is my concern, survival of our Heart.
A damaged vessel tries to brave ill waters in a storm
It rides the waves, it bides it's time, the sailor's hope remains.
My love is strong, it wants to live, to blossom once again
To find that path that leads to heart, I will fight, not give up,
for finding you at journey's end, my love, my friend, my everything.
