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 a sign of unresolved ambition. 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