Hold My Anchors Down


One grey dreary morning Silent as the night The breeze blowing across your face as clouds float by The waves crash like thunder upon the drifting boat that is carrying me. I am a ship lost at sea Unsure if which direction I take My life I follow unbound At anytime I could just beginContinue reading “Hold My Anchors Down”


Originally posted on Angel Takes Flight:
Its a misty, dreary, foggy, grey and eary day Not a sound to be heard Only the splish splash of puddles as the vehicles all drive by Silence is heard from every direction around As the air is empty without a sound The temperature around feels chilly and cool…