Vai ficar tudo bem

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!

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