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 dispossessed children in search of paradise.
sign of unresolve 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.