No Anchor For Rancour - Comp

The rocks on the sea bed Can be friendly in storms When our sails are bedraggled Or all tattered and torn From our voyage on seas Often left unexplored But there's truth in the water That cannot be ignored In the wind is the Spirit An adventurer's friend So we move in directions To where searching may end There are hazards aplenty As the salty air calls There's that taste for adventure But another taste galls.. We'd fare well to remember Not all rocks help to save us When we cast out our anchor Catching bitterness flavours Where the water is stagnant And the wind but a tease Hopeful canvas restored Needing more than a breeze Then it's time to resolve Pull umbilical chain Begin a fresh outlook Let the rancour remain