Fallen to the rivers and valleys,
Hated by the depths of my sea,
Nurtured by the hands of many,
Killed by the thoughts inside me.

Dwelling in a golden chariot,
Riding to the highest of hills,
Thriving inside all but one,
Giving the one soul chills.

Dreaming to be in the hearts of all,
But running too fast to catch,
Bringing the perfect feeling to everyone,
But always seeming to forget.

Living inside everyone it sees,
Just always neglecting me.