The Gathering. In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated. Zeneszám

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 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