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Feb 2010
"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.
Written by
Mari Gee
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