At Fate`s Hands

<br>Ours is the cry of the helpless, told<br>in the timeless truth of the written word<br>Trapped by the tempest of the blind<br>our muted calls can`t be heard<br>Helpless as we stand<br>amidst the push of thoughtless hands<br>We are adrift without direction<br>in a raging storm on a calm sea<br>Clinging to our expectations<br>to stem the tide of destiny<br>Helpless as we fall<br>beneath the crush of waters walls