Anchors

The disappointments we keep as souvenirs

And the insults stuck within our ears

And the sleepless nights filled with fear

Oh, restless wolves eating the deer

And the regrets at the end of every year

And the wounds we anxiously engineer

And the boats that never leave the pier

And the days thrown away for a career

But the children, the children I'd never get to know

And my creations, they would never get to grow

And my woman, my woman would never let it go