Sail on silver wings
trough 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 whit 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 trought our love:
there can be no other means to the end,
or keys to my heart
you will never find.
you will never find!