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 filledwith 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!