soulful winds sing across our skies

we hear the song, but do we listen?

we watch the eagle as it flies

but is it's path it's own decision?

a wandering stream, but is it free

to cut it's track or follow fate?

is what's meant to be, just meant to be

to destiny we denigrate?



in natures hand there is no key

no gates to bar or doors to lock

but still we cannot see we're free

we just see walls of solid rock

just close your eyes, reach out your hand

cast off the dreams that hold you back

all that was rock just turns to sand

objectivity is what we lack



without our walls just where are we?

the truth for some is all too much

to accept responsibility

denial but a simple crutch

to take our place in natures plan

we give ourselves, our spirits blend

and know we can't, but hope we can

conclude ourselves a happy end.