For over a hundred years a solitary candle has burned
In the uppermost window of a cottage
That overlooks the sea
I am now in charge of this light
Which is lit just before dusk
And extinguished just after dawn
I have received letters from many sailors
Telling me about the great comfort
That this solitary light brings
This coastal cottage now finds itself
In a precarious position on the cliff
Due to the endless erosion of the sea
I have been told to prepare to vacate
This dimly lit cottage within the next year
Before its final plunge into the darkness below