In the quiet where my heartstrings fray,
I dream of hands to guide my way.
No eyes to see, no voice to hear,
Just a light that wipes away my fear.
Secrets drift like clouds in empty skies,
They form his shape where solace lies.
Each tear a river that softly flows,
To arms that hold what no one knows.
When the weight of shadows pulls me down,
He rises, silent, without a sound.
For in my embrace, you'll find your peace,
And from life's turmoil, you'll find release.
Oh, my invisible lighthouse, calm in the storm,
A beacon through the dark, where hope is born.
A quiet flame that the winds can’t take,
Guiding my soul through each heartbreak.
Through the noise, his presence whispers low,
A tune for places only I know.
No promises made, no words to mend,
Yet in his glow, my doubts suspend.
With each letter I cannot send or say,
He takes them where the stars find their way.
A silent refuge in night's embrace,
For wounds that time cannot erase.
Oh, my invisible lighthouse, warm in the cold,
A shelter in the night, a hand to hold.
A steady fire in the ocean's tide,
A light that lives where my fears hide.
Is he real, or just the dream I weave?
The hope I cling to when I grieve.
Though the world may call him fantasy,
He’s the truth that lives inside of me.
Oh, my invisible lighthouse, calm in the storm,
A beacon through the dark, where hope is born.
A quiet flame that the winds can’t take,
Guiding my soul through each heartbreak.
Oh, my invisible lighthouse, warm in the cold,
A shelter in the night, a hand to hold.
A steady fire in the ocean's tide,
A light that lives where my fears hide.