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 filledwith cries of
dispossessed 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!


In Power We Trust The Love Advocated ~ the Gathering ·[Kevin's Telescope]·