Listen... do you hear it? The fog horn it does sound<br /> Through the mist it searches, for some familiar ground<br /> Calling for some unseen lost boat<br /> To safely guide it through the fog; a special private note<br /> <br /> The house it sits and watches, safely calling home<br /> Out to those ships passing, for fear that they may roam<br /> The stillness&acirc;�&brvbar;the loneliness, the horn it does cry<br /> Then out of nowhere a sound finally replies<br /> <br /> I hear the call, it cries to me; my homeland far away<br /> The mournful cry does call to me; the light; the hope<br /> My heart is restless, and yearning; indeed I dare not roam<br /> One day I will return, as the fog horn calls me home   Submitted By: Melanie Bates