Windmills

WindmillsFar from the worn path of reasonFurther away from the saneHe battles his shadows and demonsFighting to light the wayAnd the dust and the dirt cloud his visionOnward he rides unafraidHe fights the good fight for good reasonA star that refuses to fadeStill he braves his path…While windmills only laughShe 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 surpriseAnd she watches with strange curiosityShe wants so much to believeTrying 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 caresThere 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…