The Wind Out of My Sails

This then is the moment-the wiley eyes of destiny are upon her How wretched are the journeys she has sought When Fate has dealt her mighty blows She will seek redemption and bow to the resignation Of moments lost-rampant realities to face And yet Somewhat aligned with that dark horizon There is a vessel that falters but drifts Ever onward toward the shining sky In the vast nothingness-the insipid scenarios of this life Afloat she stays trying so laboriously to travel on Weak as the current may be And in a moment of strength-moments only that they be She will look into the future and know without doubt Her ship shall continue to progress into the depths Laughter and hope will she own again helping her reach That balmy,far away shore