Anchorage
By atia
Dreamers fly high. What is to become of you and I? You’ve steered tempests all your life, Riding waves that shatter all ties, And I weather storms within; Calm seas lull over unheard cries. I’ve always known you’ll sail away To redeem yourself in the mighty seas, And I shall be the anchor which Spends dark and bright days on her knees. Saying that I have naught to hide, I shall conceal and you’ll confide. Eyes will turn to your lofty sails And you shall see your dreams abound. I pray you will not tell me then, That mine were never to hold ground. Freedom has long left me here, Calmly searching for stability. If I do not impress the earth There can be nothing more to me.My sister looked at me and told me I would fail.... She looks at me and tells me I do something wrong every single day... Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 01:36 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Dreamers fly high...."