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.