A hundred morning loom,nLike storm clouds whisper certain doom,nHope belief and joy,nWill never bless a thoughtful boy,nA million trembling days,nCaged in pent up greed and hate,nnCome on weary limbs,nTake me to where I might begin,nFighting every step,nCos of the one, who steals my breath,nTo believe that I might find,nA loving lover’s lullaby in which to lie,nIn the final moments as my spirit leaves my eyes,nnLook to windward now,nTo undiscovered land and sound,nTo look beyond the clouds,nTakes more strength than we’re allowed,nSearching every day,nFor a want to wish past days away and pray,nFor a life long and safe,nnIn your wishing well could I find,nA renascence that a penny could buy?nCos every time I try to wish her vows away,nI get caught up in the guilt of my ways,nn Another evening comes,nThe sweetest girl in silver gloves,nKisses the gloom of my face,nAnd tells me that I’ll find my place,nMaybe if she’s real,nWe’ll meet and greet, she’ll fall and I will feel,nReborn and healednnIn your wishing well could I find,nA renascence that a penny could buy?nCos every time I try to wish her vows away,nI get caught up in the guilt of my ways,nnnI wish, I wish,nTo wish my wants away,nI wish, I wish,nYou’d burn it all away,nI wish, I wish,nThat grace will find my face,nI wish, I wish,nFor forgiveness to embrace,n