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.