Your lighthouse has been switched off,
But not by you,
By a stranger,
One who once swore to take care of your lighthouse,
So you gave him the key,
You let him in,
You let him stay,
But he cluttered the place,
He filled it with all things him,
He became distracted,
And careless,
So he forgot what the lighthouse was for,
He stopped being the light to guide you home,
So one stormy night,
You never returned,
And he became concerned,
Started flashing the lights,
But what use is flashing for a ship that’s not there?
Haringey Unchained 