In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated — The Gathering

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 unresolved ambition 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!