Far from the worn path of reason Further away from the sane He battles his shadows and demons Fighting to light the way
And the dust and the dirt cloud his vision Onward he rides unafraid He fights the good fight for good reason A star that refuses to fade
Still he braves his path… Windmills only laugh
She was wounded and wild when he found her He saw her through child’s eyes She fell for the spell he was under Each day a brand new surprise
And she watches with strange curiosity She wants so much to believe Hoping to break the chains of reality Dying to set herself free
Though he may appear tattered and broken His clothes are shabby and bare Still he glows like the flame of a candle With passion of one who still cares
There was always a rhyme to the reason Peering out from tired eyes The truth finally came in treason So wrong, but so justified… So wrong but so justified… Windmills close their eyes…