Faceless in Storm

Faceless in storm
chasing lighthouses,
where do I belong,
my love...

it has been so long.

Without you, heavens are not strong,
without you all is so dead
and so utterly wrong.

I have buried all my youthful sins,
I captured all my eternal wins.
Cradle of your love is where my life begins.

I have too many, too many untold sins,
with you, my wandering has its twin.

I a…