a lighthouse on the shore
Every year it crumbles more
Piece by piece, falling far
But at his feet, way down below
A girl put seven little stones
To protect him from the storm
I couldn't be the one to help you stand
In a world made of shifting sand
I could be the one to hold you down
When the wind is rushing all around
I could be the one to watch you fly
to the place where ocean meets the sky
I could be the one that you call home
I could be your seven little stones
Now the gales they came and went,
as the girl did too an d then,
the biggest storm of all.
She often thought about her friend,
who would have battled it till the end,
and where those little stones had gone
I could be the one to help you stand
in a world made of shifting sand
I could be the one to hold you down
when the wind is rushing all around
I could be the one to watch you fly
to the place where ocean meets sky
I could be the one that you call home
I could be your seven little
The girl, having fallen on hard times,
came back to see the ocean side
Life had worn away her smile
As if conceived of in a dream,
the land had fallen away indeed
But in an extraordinary way
There, atop an island in the tide
Was the lighthouse standing high
And those seven little stones
You couldn't be the one to help me stand
In a world made of shifting sand
When the wind is rushing all around
You could be the one to watch me fly
To the place where ocean meets sky
Could you be the one that I call home?
Could you be my sad, lonely,
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