Lighthouse (Copyright 1999 Fowler-Harvey)

The lighthouse bright,our only guide
But we wear sunglasses/locust hollow hide
There's no more soul/left inside
We take it all for granted/ and
we stumble thru our livesNow all the water/has been fouled
Too late again/we change our ways
Lost children /on a merry-go round
you hit bottom/with the speed of sound
alienation is the creature of the dark
somewhere on your body /it left its mark
spraypaint covers even which is whole
we soon forget what calls the soul
our sense of loss /is overloaded
makes it easy /to fall down
we point our fingers at each other
and forget the thorny crown
sex and violence/ the constant need
we live a lie/and play on greed
you have no peace/ no one hears your scream
running in place/never ending dream