I used to walk on cherry blossom meadows with an anchor tied to my ankle,
With my head held low, my face full of sorrow, every step was a hassle.
But then I hit the sack on a honeybee comb, and the bees stung me from every corner
I hurried on forwards, it was such a bother, I didn\'t notice the anchor tied to me growing lighter.
Finally, when I got away, the sight before me numbed me of all pain.
I saw my mother planting flowers line by line, my eyes met my father who was watering each one behind.
And to my left, my sister, waving with a smile. And my brother cheering me on, like he did when I walked for the first time.
I looked up, left, right and ahead.
In awe of the place I once dread.
My anchors formed anklets, and my heart felt elate.
I walk on now with a new purpose in my mind,
To meet whatever comes in my way, and just keep going straight.