Anchor Lost
Our small band of three, together we stood
Tight together, nothing could stand against.
Still with fights, family could win and would
I could speak freely without any mince.
And then came upon us a mighty wind
Tugging and pulling at our band of three
The anchor was lost we cannot pretend
Nothing would be right for she was the key
The key, rock, and corner stone of my life.
Beneath my reach; now never to be found
Adrift in the endless see; So much strife
Depression set in, sadness had me bound
Waiting for my lost anchor to return
For a ray of light, for the tide to turn.
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