You Be My Anchor

October 24, 2011
By RissieMac BRONZE, Johnstown, Pennsylvania
RissieMac BRONZE, Johnstown, Pennsylvania
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We’ll walk under the crescent moon,
Hand in hand against the cold
For the seasons change and break our souls,
But we know just how to fake the mold

Keep my feet against the ground,
And my head lost high in the clouds,
They’ll never know just how I feel
About the way we act in many crowds

Our time is of the essence, and
We’ve got it all within our open grasps,
And fate’s dancing on our fingertips
While the neighbors can’t help but gasp

Footsteps in the sand wash away like
The dread memories of a past undying
We’ll fight their words and awful stares,
And keep the world of unlawful lying

For they can say what they please,
But we’ll known we’re not just another memory
Hand in hand against the cold,
Because baby, it’s just you and me.

So, keep my feet against the ground,
And my head lost high in the clouds,
They’ll never know just how I feel
About the way we act in many crowds.



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