Anchor (Lozoya/Murray)
cut through the ocean, graceful and free
here on the waves is where i must be
when i was threatened by angry seas
the strength of your line gave strength to me
you were my anchor, you were my anchor
when i needed a friend
after the storm had come and gone
i pulled on the line, it’s time to move on
but from the rock and root, you would not release
had to cut through your line and harness the breeze
you were my anchor, you were my anchor
when i needed a sail
you were my anchor, you were my anchor
anchor anchor
and all an anchor ever does is its thing
and all it can know is anchoring
as i wind along my way from shore to shore
i hope that you’re happy on the ocean floor
cut through the ocean, graceful and free
here on the waves is where I must be
when i was threatened by angry seas
the strength of your line gave strength to me
you were my anchor, you were my anchor
when i needed a friend
you were my anchor, you were my anchor
anchor anchor
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