Mooring Line

In times of prosperity

I grieve at the budless branches

In times of promising prospects

I grieve at the finite dreams

In times, in times of prosperity

I grieve, I grieve at the budless branches

The gap between the possible and the limited

Is the measurer of my sorrow

So I reach for these edges like mooring lines

To put my trust in tomorrow

Give me strength

To keep the spirit ardently believable

Dry my tears

So I can see beyond the unachievable

The gap between the possible and the limited

Is the measurer of my sorrow

So I reach for these edges like mooring lines

To put my trust in tomorrow

In times, in times of promising prospects

I grieve, I grieve at the finite dreams

The gap between the possible and the limited

Is the measurer of my sorrow

So I reach for these edges like mooring lines

To put my trust in tomorrow

Give me strength

To keep the spirit ardently believable

Dry my tears

So I can see beyond the unachievable

Give me strength

To keep the spirit ardently believable

Dry my tears

So I can see beyond the unachievable

In times of prosperity

I grieve at the budless branches

In times of promising prospects

I grieve at the finite dreams

Give me strength

To keep the spirit ardently believable

Dry my tears

So I can see beyond the unachievable