Had a dream back then,
Being a president or just a pilot,
It was a goal to me and a tale to most friends,
I had it all planned out down to a chart,
Everythings at the palm of a hand,
But like the most say,
It was just another fairy tale,

I was a soldier of Christ,
Born to a church and the cross,
Hated sin down to a crisp,
Vow hold the bible as a role,
Always walking where is steep,
Always found my self where its deep

At the bottom of the chain,
Where the rich had gold,
And the pure chose lead,
I mourned for my soul,
Mourned to not go astray,

Road grew tougher,
Path grew darker,
The more I went,
The more the ground came closer,

But somewhere along that road,
Somewhere between Gold and God,

Somewhere in between my role and vow,
I think must have switched robes,

Coz now gold seems lighter that word,
And the trip easier than that walk,

Plata O' Plomo,
The decision isnt hard anymore,