A Salty Dog - Pilgrims Progress

I sat me down to write a simple story 
which maybe in the end became a song 
In trying to find the words which might begin it 
I found these were the thoughts I brought along 

At first I took my weight to be an anchor 
and gathered up my fears to guide me round 
but then I clearly saw my own delusion 
and found my struggles further bogged me down 

In starting out I thought to go exploring 
and set my foot upon the nearest road 
In vain I looked to find the promised turning 
but only saw how far I was from home 

In searching I forsook the paths of learning 
and sought instead to find some pirate`s gold 
In fighting I did hurt those dearest to me 
and still no hidden truths could I unfold 

I sat me down to write a simple story 
which maybe in the end became a song 
The words have all been writ by one before me 
We`re taking turns in trying to pass them on 
Oh, we`re taking turns in trying to pass them on