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 the cries
of dispossessed children in search of paradise.
A sign of unresolved ambition
drives the pin wheel on and on.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take,
When memory bears witness
to the innocents consumed in dying rage!
The way lies through our love.
There can be no other means to the end,
or the keys to my heart
you will never find …
You will never find!