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