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
Colours of My Life
I think I've already lost you
I think you're already gone
I think I'm finally scared now
You think I'm weak - but I think you're wrong
I think you're already leaving
Feels like your hand is on the door
I thought this place was an empire
But now I'm relaxed - I can't be sure
I think you're so mean - I think we should try
I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - I think too much
I know this is wrong it's a problem I'm dealing
If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardl
I think you're already gone
I think I'm finally scared now
You think I'm weak - but I think you're wrong
I think you're already leaving
Feels like your hand is on the door
I thought this place was an empire
But now I'm relaxed - I can't be sure
I think you're so mean - I think we should try
I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - I think too much
I know this is wrong it's a problem I'm dealing
If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardl