Dear Old Lighthouse,

The life drained out of me, it is gone.

I wait for you, turn the power on.

But you turn away, not looking back,

seeing more light, something that I lack.

The light, the fire, is far away.

The beams is at a faraway bay.

The lighthouse will never be from me.

I don’t wield a lucky key.

When you turned away, my light had died,

and now I can’t even be revived.

Sincerely, 

The girl who has no light.