The Anchor

I like the wind that blows my hair.
I feel it touch my heart and leave.
It whispers in my ear a song,
of love, of hope, of strength, of courage.

I like the wind that blows my hair
and with its song I start to drift.
I've seen how far it drifts me away,
into its world where all is good and all is wild.

I drift so far and away as the sun,
that good seems none and the wild gets in me.
I find it hard to come back again,
for I have become one with the wind.
I flew and sang your song,
of love, of hope, of strength, of courage.

I flew so far and away as the stars,
so far away that I feel no wind that blew my hair.
No wind is here where I've flown so far,
no song is here that I sang with you.

And then I see you hold my grip.
You flew with me and you blew in my ear.
You were the song I kept on singing,
you were the wind that sailed me afar.

Now you pull me and take me back.
Our home of love, of hope, of strength, of courage.
You are the wind that drifts me away,
you are my anchor who brings me home.