Blacken storm it muster its rage,
Violent waves gone ebb and flow.
Thunder that smite to any age,
The rocks, the plants, the land plateau
Turmoil of sea the waves reach high,
Always upon the vessel of life.
Such power that can match the sky,
Could present for death to rife.
Yet beyond the abyss of darkness,
A light that shine their way,
Truly their days are highly bless
Oh lighthouse please shine your ray.
The boats then come and near,
Their lives now safe from death,
Their thoughts now wash from fear.
With a relief and sigh of breath.
For the tower stood, strong and proud,
In a land that’s covered in shroud.