Ours is the cry of the helpless, told
in the timeless truth of the written word
Trapped by the tempest of the blind
our muted calls can`t be heard
Helpless as we stand
amidst the push of thoughtless hands
We are adrift without direction
in a raging storm on a calm sea
Clinging to our expectations
to stem the tide of destiny
Helpless as we fall
beneath the crush of waters walls
