In a lighthouse on the sandy shoals near the raging sea,
Comes a boy every morning,
The strong winds blow and the sea waves rise so high.
Each day he sits to watch, believing that by raising his hand,
The sea waters rise to the thoughts in his mind.
“Dad look, “I can raise and calm a sea storm…”
And out of the calm sunny day,
Sounds of a fierce storm is heard from a far coming
And people flee,
Upon the boy’s hands being raised.

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