In Power We Entrust the Love Advocated

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 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!