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If there where a lighthouse in the fields of Oklahoma

Still dreaming of the ocean

But, standing like a statue in the rolling hills of canola

Don't you know I'd be the watchman

Pouring in the kerosene

Painting the darkened night

With hope and light

Waiting for the time she finds me



Built like a ship in a bottle

So close, but unable to touch the water

And know what I was made for



I've waited so long to know her eyes, her heart, and name

To touch her skin

And, hear from her she's waited for the same