Windmills
Far from the worn path of reasonFurther away from the saneHe battles his shadows and demonsFighting to light the way
And the dust and the dirt cloud his visionOnward he rides unafraidHe fights the good fight for good reasonA star that refuses to fade
Still he braves his path...While windmills only laugh
She was wounded and wild when he found herHe saw her through child's eyesShe fell for the spell he was underEach day a brand new surprise
And she watches with strange curiosityShe wants so much to believe
Trying to break the chains of realityDying to set herself free
Though he may appear tattered and brokenHis clothes are shabby and bareStill he glows like the light from a candleWith passion of one who still cares
There was always a rhyme to the reasonPeering out from tired eyesThe truth finally came in treasonSo wrong, but so justified...So wrong, but so justified...Windmills close their eyes.