The Lighthouse Still Burns

The years rolled by, the world moved on, But that old light keeps hanging on. The lighthouse still burns for me tonight, One steady heart against the night. Last week I found your old blue coat, Still hanging by the cellar door. A movie ticket in the pocket seam from a life that feels just like a dream. The paper faded, the numbers blurred, But I remembered every word. Funny how a worn-out piece of cloth can bring a whole lifetime back. Maybe love survives that way, not in heaven far away,