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!