Far from the worn path of reason   Further away from the sane   He battles his shadows and demons   Fighting to light the way      And 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 fade      Still he braves his path   While windmills only laugh      She 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 surprise      And she watches with strange curiosity   She wants so much to believe   Trying to break the chains of reality   Dying to set herself free      Still he braves his path   While windmills only laugh      Though 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 cares      There was always a rhyme to the reason   Peering out from tired eyes   The truth finally came in treason   So wrong but so justified      So wrong but so justified   Windmills close their eyes