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.
A sign of unresolved 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.
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