
In the storm of wrathful oceans,
I am anchored to my rock.
Through wind and storm and raging gales
I remain immune to shock.
I stay true to my devotions
to guide on all those who come.
For once this storm shall also pass
this one rock remains my sum.
No matter how the storms may rage,
my light will shine on truly.
In service to all who pass me,
I do my duties duly.
For when this storm has passed its age,
the seas will all calm to glass.
You'll pass me by without a thought,
and I shall remain steadfast.



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