windmills cut thru the void dividing the imagined and true the eyes neglect to see what the heart pursues but my heart finds a dream in these unseen hues in the untouchable that's not to say that i don't feel the limitations and the drop from the expectation it's not naive but the heart of creation it's the only thing proven true to me when the fire's burnin from sky to ground swing my weight around begin the windstorm when the fire's burnin from sky to ground swing my weight around begin the windstorm time past has thrown shadows over my shoulder that as ghosts owned movement of my desires lost like a stone cast as a wish into a well with no sound no answer at the end how can i say it's wrong to feel the limitations and the drop from the expectation. it's not naive but the heart of creation. it's the only thing proven true to me when the fire's burnin from sky to ground swing my weight around begin the windstorm when the fire's burnin from sky to ground swing my weight around begin the windstorm