By AccioQuill

Lower me down. I'll keep you sane,
allow you to see clear and plain.
Anchor you to the soft, cold ground.
Protect you from its sights and sounds.

Below the sattelites in the sky, we lay,
ignoring the world and come what may.
Anchor you to the calm of the night,
you protest, but you know its right.

Times passes and people change,
but as your anchor, I will remain.
Until the day you float away,
and you don't need this anchors weight.


Created: Jul 24, 2010


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