Anchors Of Our History
Anchors of Memory: Sculpted by Time, Carved by History
Lyrics
I am minted like a coin
I possess value like a coin.
Shaped like a sculpture
My existence is crafted and formed like a sculpture.
By the passage of time
Transformed over time, shaped by the passage of time.
Drawn by my history
My identity is influenced and determined by my past.
Erased from my memory
My past experiences are disappearing from my memory.
Told by a tale called life
My life is narrated by a story.
I hold on to the chains
I cling to the constraints or burdens in my life.
Which want to separate me
External forces are trying to separate me from my memories.
From my memories
Because those memories are on the verge of breaking.
Cause they're about to break
Undergoing decay and erosion by rust and time.
Eaten away by rust and time
The enduring elements of my past, causing me difficulty.
The anchors of my history
The burdens or foundations of my history.
Swinging by
They swing, suggesting a lack of control or stability.
No way back
No possibility of returning to a previous state.
All that we leave behind are memories
Our legacy is confined to memories.
A few remaining anchors of our history
Only a few enduring elements define our shared history.
Disfigured by
Altered or marked by unseen emotional wounds.
Scars no one ever sees
Scars that are hidden from the view of others.
No need to hide them
No need to conceal these scars; they are internal.
They are inside of me
These emotional scars are an integral part of me.
As I'm fading away in waves
As I gradually disappear or lose significance.
The sun carves my silhouette
The sun's light creates a lasting impression of me.
Upon the surface
Upon the vastness of the sea.
Of the sea
Selfishly, I descend into the unknown depths.
Selfishly i sink
Without attempting to free myself from my personal tragedy.
Into the deep unknown
I continue to sink into the profound mysteries.
Without an effort
Without any exertion or attempt.
To release me from my tragedy
To liberate myself from the hardships of my life story.
I hold on
I persist, I endure.
I hold on
-To the anchors of our history
Clutching onto the enduring aspects of our collective history.
Scars no one ever sees
Hidden emotional wounds that remain unseen.
The anchors of our history
The enduring aspects of our shared history.
These scars
These emotional wounds that are concealed from view.
No one ever sees
No possibility of returning to a previous state.
No way back
Our legacy is confined to memories.
All that we leave behind are memories
Only a few enduring elements define our shared history.
A few remaining anchors of our history
Altered or marked by unseen emotional wounds.
Disfigured by
Scars that are hidden from the view of others.
Scars no one ever sees
No need to conceal these scars; they are internal.
No need to hide them
These emotional scars are an integral part of me.
They are inside of me
Never forget the origin of my existence.
Never forget where I came from
I am aware of my true place or identity.
I know exactly where I belong
No possibility of returning to a previous state.
No way back
Our path forward has no retreat or reversal.
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