“Waves crash along ⁠⠀ The battered, lonely lighthouse ⁠⠀ Tomorrow she’s gone⁠⠀ And if not, someday, somehow⁠⠀ Are these hands a waste?⁠⠀ Well, this side of mortality is⁠⠀ Scaring me to death⁠⠀ To death⁠⠀ ⁠⠀ Don’t think about it at all⁠⠀ Just keep your head low⁠⠀ Don’t think about it at all” – Soldier On…