I am anchored on the rolling ocean,
    only by our love.
At the bottom of sea in another realm -
    you sit.
I am held by a chain of gold
    a million miles long,
    but the storms approach.
The wind howls, a wolf on the prowl:
    his claws slash my sails,
    his paws splash waves
    which arrive in thunder.
The rain beats me down.
My only conciliation,
    you can not see my tears from the rain.
Nothing I can do but ride the rolling ocean,
    hope the chain holds ,
    hope that even as the wolf tears me apart.
You will anchor me --
Will you anchor me?