LIGHTHOUSE

I see the red boat coming
Beyond out in the bay
Cutting through salt water
The end of a working day
Bringing in cargo
Of words I'm meant to hear
Words of loving kindness
To soften hate and fear

May I be happy
May I be well
May I be happy
May I be well

I can see the lighthouse
It's coming to night view
Providing safe passage
For me and for you
You've shouldered your crosses
And brought them to this shore
Lay down your burdens
They'll rule you no more

May you be happy
May you be well
May you be happy
May you be well

I heard it whispered in a Beara seashell...

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