guardian angel for ships seeking passage
Into the bay. The Golden Gate stands proud,
off in the distance, and the lone island prison,
long abandoned - sits ghostly with intrigue.
The cliffs decay, and an old foundation of what
once was a house is all that remains.
A new white bridge leads towards the light,
steady above the Pacific. Beauty caught on
film, and we stand together hand in hand -
Adventurers exploring the old historic coast.
Romantic ideals - this is our place.
Together we stand tall above... between
the bay and ocean - and everyone is visitor
that we allow into our lonely world.
Like the light house, we endure time,
and stand on a cliff - watching the tide
and the fog... the wind of change.
We remain the same, we are the same,
we are one - and the light house is us.
Rusty and old - and everything is decaying
around us. We hold strong and stand tall,
proud - even in rags we remain a beacon
of hope to those who want to see the beauty
of love - everlasting and overcoming all
obstacles, all erosion that is only natural.
We will endure, and remain...
just follow the light, and follow me
I will not let you crash into the rocks.
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