There is a beacon A lighthouse that's broken That stands on the point In the bay It promises harbor To all those who wander But its rock-strewn shore Is unsafe They train up good sailors To warn of the dangers Of monsters that traverse the deep But they fail to make sure That once you reach their shore The wayward are greeted with peace There was a sailor Who entered the shadowy Wasteland that stretched From the beach The shipman looked down In the boat he was sailing And noticed that There was a leak So he stepped from the boat And stayed strangely afloat As he walked on the water to seek All the lost and endangered The outcast and stranger And taught them to stand on the sea When the sailor returned From his journey they heard All his ragged and rough company The beacon was dim Didn't recognize him And they banished them all to the deep