Far from the worn path of reason
Further away from the sane
He battles his shadows and demons
Fighting to light the wayAnd the dust and the dirt cloud his vision
Onward he rides unafraid
He fights the good fight for good reason
A star that refuses to fadeStill he braves his path
While windmills only laughShe was wounded and wild when he found her
He saw her through child?s eyes
She fell for the spell he was under
Each day a brand new surpriseAnd she watches with strange curiosity
She wants so much to believe
Trying to break the chains of reality
Dying to set herself freeStill he braves his path
While windmills only laughThough he may appear tattered and broken
His clothes are shabby and bare
Still he glows like the light from a candle
With passion of one who still caresThere was always a rhyme to the reason
Peering out from tired eyes
The truth finally came in treason
So wrong but so justifiedSo wrong but so justified
Windmills close their eyes