Anchor
I am in the middle of my life’s greatest storm
I am in bad shape, not really in proper form
My body is failing it doesn’t want to perform
I am glad you are with me keeping me warm
Things are slowly turning from bad to worse
Am I really on my way to my last trip in a hearse
I don’t know why this is happening. Is this a curse?
I hope that my ailment can really be reversed
But even if I do hear death knocking at my door
It’s presence I do try very hard to ignore
Your love will keep me safe until I get to the safety of the shore
You are the one who keeps me steady, you are my life’s anchor
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