You Be The Anchor Lyrics Mayday Parade の小説・ストーリー

A breeze picked up just then, brushing through the leaves on the tree branches and making a gentle rustling like a sigh. Somewhere farther away, Mom was hugging a portrait photo of me while crying silently to herself. In the photo, I was smiling gently at the camera, my eyes filled with hope. Carol then took out the rosary beads she always carried with her from her pocket and gently laid them to rest on top of the hole she'd just filled up. "I will find you, no matter if you're dead or alive." … The skies in the war zone were forever gray and dusty, like old cloth saturated with smoke.

Could Mason be her anchor? ******************************************

"How many? Dream on—just one!" Jordan pulled her close. "Fine. One it is." Claire got into the car as it started moving. She looked back at the cemetery one last time. "Mom… I will be happy. I hope you are too."

she said while pleading. (Author: Let's sing first my readers, please sing with me.) //Playing You'll be safe here by Rivermaya// ⏪⏸⏩  Nobody knows Just why we're here Could it be fate Or random circumstance At the right place At the right time Two roads intertwine And if the universe conspired To meld our lives To make us Fuel and fire Then know Where ever you will be So too shall I be Refrain: Close your eyes Dry your tears

~~~ You're the light, you're the night You're the color of my blood You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much, so much You're the fear, I don't care 'Cause I've never been so high Follow me through the dark Let me take you past the satellites You can see the world you brought to life, to life So love me like you do, love me like you do Love me like you do, love me like you do Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise

I fall back against the rope, breathless as a new song begins to play so loud it's like the beat of my heart. “Welcome To The Circus,” by Five Finger Death Punch.

He looked out at the ocean, his hand resting on the glass—not as a barrier, but as a bridge. "It's a beautiful day," he said. I looked at my daughter, then at my husband, then at my brother. We were a broken, patched-together structure, held together by the grit and the light. We were the Millers, the Silversons, and the reformed Ares. We were the people of the Anchor. Maya stirred, her tiny hand reaching out to catch a sunbeam. She gripped the light, her face lit with a sudden, beautiful wonder.

"Take my breath, make believe. I want to breathe you in, You are my heart, You are my soul. You are my heart." I make eye contact with my mother as I speed up the tempo, the notes become anxious, fast, deep. "Take a chance, Oh take a chance, Take a break, make believe, I want to believe you’ll be mine. Oh yeah, you’ll be mine. Be my heart, be my soul, Oh, my heart, be mine and I’ll be yours."

“Lyra—” I didn’t answer. Because for the first time since we left the chamber— the anchor wasn’t waiting anymore. It was responding.

“Lyra. Look at me.” I forced my eyes open. They met his, steady, unwavering, a beacon I didn’t feel worthy of. “I… I don’t know if I can,” I admitted. “Then you won’t have to,” he said, voice firm. “I’ll be here. Whatever comes, we face it together. But promise me… don’t let it twist you into something you’re not.” I nodded, because there was no other choice. He was my anchor, the one tether I could cling to while the world threatened to drown me.