Oh how the years
keep stretching out the fears
pulling at the heart
of our weary ears
and break upon the wake
of the wailing and the tears
until we meet the wind swept sails
beyond the end of all our longing
on these fishing piers

Here we cast the line
in passing waves of time
to lure any living hope
in the scope that scratches
at the mind
as the hook set strong
on the tides of broken songs
chances to entrance
a glance from fate
right or wrong