Mooring Line

In times of prosperity I grieve at the bud less branches In times of promising prospects I grieve at the finite dreams In times of prosperity I grieve at the bud less branches The gap between the possible and the limited Is the measure of, 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 measure 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 at the finite dreams The gap between the possible and the limited Is the measure of, 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 bud less 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