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Anchor Me

"My father was a sailor He sailed the seven seas. He took his ship all over He traveled as he pleased." Feel this wind upon my face Feel the water’s waves Feel their salty taste. I’m glad I ain’t lonely I’m happy I ain’t sad This anchor is my new friend Tells me secrets in my head These chains tell more than stories These chains tell more than song These chains have more than metal Got rust upon their arms. Sometimes it says it’s angry Ain’t got no will to live Above the sea on wooden decks Ain’t got no skills to give. Sometimes it wants to go below Into the deep green sea It’s worries gone, its troubles lost Stories buried within. Got money in my wallet Got socks oh so neat Got shoes all nice and polished All I’m missin is my feet. I can have all the riches in the world Can have all the jewels Can have the whole world at my fingers But I still cannot have you. Feel the rocks upon the shore Feel the way my heart gets sore Feel the travesties I’ve fought This ole anchor’s all I got.
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Feb 17, 2010
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