The Darkness around a Lighthouse

I stand still watching waves come and go,
Gathering all their courage – rising high, sinking low.
I watch them rise with all their might,
Then crashing against the rocks; O what a pitiable sight!

When courage meets such fate
My heart rushes to its rescue but by then all efforts seem to be late.
Every night brings along a new hope
To rise again but shatters them the next moment, making it hard to cope.

When ships set sail, I guide them, show them the way,
But alas! I fail to guide these silly waves from crashing at the bay.
I wish I could hold them when they struggle to rise high,
Or console them when they break and give out a sigh.

But yet I stand still watching waves come and go,
Gathering all their courage – rising high, sinking low.