Ours is the cry of the helpless, told
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in the timeless truth of the written word.
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Trapped by the tempest of the blind
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our muted calls can't be heard.
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Helpless as we stand
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amidst the push of thoughtless hands.
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We are adrift without direction
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in a raging storm on a calm sea.
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Clinging to our expectations
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to stem the tide of destiny.
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Helpless as we fall
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beneath the crush of waters walls.
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At Fate's Hands
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| Fates Warning |
