At Fates Hands
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
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