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It was only a lighthouse at evening on a shore lined with cottages small But its glow so illumined my spirit As no other I've ever recalled There are times when the evening is falling and the weight of the world closes in. But it's then as the darkness has gathered that I see the old lighthouse again As the years seem to flow ever faster Like the outgoing waves of the tide. One harbor of hope I still cling to A beacon of light deep inside It was only a lighthouse of evening On a share lined with cottages small. But mylife from that moment of being Has never let go of it's call.. by Rod Nichols |