We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea.

These things hold us down, and no one will ever care.
A pain so deep, no love can begin to repair.

It's feels so crooked, like a creature at night.
it fills up our hearts with anger and fright.

It seems just too alarming to face it with open eyes.
Concerned it might be something I despise.

These things will keep us from our deepest desire.
They burn us down like souls on fire.

So we keep carrying these things inside.
The anchor will always hold us down, even though we tried.