The waves of time
brisk and harsh
washed me to your shores
dark clouds and stormy sky
and my feet buried in sand

I followed the light

on the distant lighthouse

dim like a dying candle

the breeze singing

the songs of the mermaids

melancholy it's smell

And I was lost like a pirate

in the storm

searching for holy grail

and there you stood shining

like a moonbeam through the night

and what hope did my soul have

to the magic of your light

and what hope did my soul have

to the magic of your light.