Once again up at the top of this lighthouse marveled at the architect’s creation

The sea remains dark and grand
And I blindly light his plans

But what if I could carry the light wherever I wish?
Would it be worth following that way?

For the first time this sea I’m staring at comes as clear as daylight, the fog is gone

So, here I’m reborn at the top of this lighthouse
And now I light my own path, in which I believe