Over the mountains and through the forest, lies my fate, my one design.
Through the eyes of the greate watchman I see, but cannot touch.
My fate was...is...and will be true, all thoough I know not what to do.
I can hear the echos of my thoughts ring aloud as my own voice disapears among the clouds.
Am I here , do I exist, why can't I move?
One hart, one mind in a body of simple design.
I move through life like a being in slow motion.
Dare I speak of what I feel, for the wathman may go blind.
Let me free of this cage and I may fly to new hights, though I seem just as likly to fall.
Will you help me?
Through the eyes of the greate watchman I see, but cannot touch.
My fate was...is...and will be true, all thoough I know not what to do.
I can hear the echos of my thoughts ring aloud as my own voice disapears among the clouds.
Am I here , do I exist, why can't I move?
One hart, one mind in a body of simple design.
I move through life like a being in slow motion.
Dare I speak of what I feel, for the wathman may go blind.
Let me free of this cage and I may fly to new hights, though I seem just as likly to fall.
Will you help me?