my shoulder is still wet
with the tears of a friend
I am glad that my ahoulder
to rest upon i could lend
everyone needs somebody
to hold on to in life
someone to share the joy
and all the internal strife
a ship needs its anchor
people need them too
to get a grip and
prevent things from going askew
to help you stay on surface
someone to lend a ear
a friend, family, a pet
or anyone you consider near
but this wretched world
with its permanent structures
and temporary lives
where before one problem departs
the other one arrives
to depend outside for an anchor
may temporarily reduce chagrin
but for a more stable existence
let the anchor be within
