The restless sea is angry now
The waves slam against my hull
The misty fog clouds my view
I can't see my way home
Through the blindness
I catch a glimpse of a shimmer
The litehouse heard my cries
It pierces the darkness
And the fog to guide me
To home and safety
Sharp rocks try to sink me
But I avoid them
The waves try to overturn me
But I stay strong and straight
The fog attempts to block my sight
But the litehouse still guides me
Closer now the light is brighter
Almost home, almost safe
I bring myself to land and shore
To my home
To my safety
Solid ground greets me
The litehouse shines above me
Watching me.
Guiding me.
Helping me.
I return home.
Thanks to the litehouse.


Who's my litehouse?