Grasping For the Wind

There’s a time to heal, and a time to yield

A time to rise, a time to lye, and a time to die

There’s a time of war and a time of peace

A time to mourn, a time to dance, and find romance

There’s a time alone and a time to win

But this is meaningless

Like grasping for the wind

Rivers run to the sea

But it never fills, it’s a mystery

And they return to run again

But this is meaningless

Like grasping for the wind

This new king, he does the same dang thing

Now aint that meaningless

Like grasping for the wind

Rivers run to the sea

But it never fills, it’s a mystery

And they return to run again

But this is meaningless

Like grasping for the wind