At Fates Hands - Fates Warning

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 water’s walls