The Anchor

Life has a funny way of letting you know
When things are just right.
And no matter which way the gale winds blow,
There's no need to fight.

You have an anchor, so you can let yourself drift
Though the windy sky
And never worry if the chain has a rift
Or that you'll blow away or crash and die.

When you're securely fastened to the Earth,
You're more free to be yourself
And live your life of merriment and mirth
Deriving as much from your life's wealth.

You anchor me as much as I anchor you,
And at times, I'm far flying.
But I'm always connected, tethered to you,
And if I said I was lonely, I'd be lying.