Good things always come with a price
didn't they ever teach you that?
Nothing good lasts forever
fades away, like quicksilver

Silver to dust,
or is it dust to silver
the change always flows
but there's mud in the water

Clouding your thoughts
your judgment, your mind
Until silver is dust
and your sorrow is mine

When dust fades away
revealing a shiny surface
of silver in the midst
of all the darkness