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 Dispossessed 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!