Keeping the Lighthouse - Apostle Of Solitude

These last hundreds days

You’ve kept away from here

I begged you to stay

But still you leave my dear

Day turns to night

In this tomb all alone

I’m keeping the lighthouse

To guide you back home

I’ll guide you back home

You alone

Those words that you said

They wound deep and they sear

This infliction of exile

I feel is too severe

Affection morphs into knives

And you stab at will

This perversion of love

All that you deal

I’ll guide you back home

You alone