Anqored arch. ( A sailors rest .)

Hands of the sea remain in hold
The coldest morning breath,
A sailor set his sights for heaven
The light house sounding death,

The undertow was high to rise
But she the keeper could not let him be, she scooped him up within her hand , quoting heaven is for me,

The sailor set his sights for heaven
Finding solace in her touch
The waves caressed the Anqored arch,  he loved her just as much,

The seas were tangled in her might 
Not to drown, but for love the fight 
There the waves come rushing more, as they were laid upon the shore,

The sailor set his sights for heaven
He lay there at her side, the light house sounding love once more 
The two of which had died

The waters rushing back and forth
In a motion of the heavens know
There upon the land of sand
Her hand would let him go.