Sail on silver wings
through this storm
What fortune love may bring
Back to my arms again
The love of a former golden age
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take
For, now that wheels are turning,
I find my faith deserting me
This night is filled with cries of
Dispossesed children in search of Paradise
A sign of unresolve that,
Envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take
When memory bears witness to
The innocence, consumed in dying rage!
The way lies through our love;
There can be no other means to the end,
Or keys to my heart
You will never find
You will never find!