A stepping stone I seemed to be,
From gold to grey so instantly.
Passion and loyalties were dedicated,
Dreams and ideas we created.

With no form of anticipation,
A smash of all were for the taking.
My mind plays tricks on yesterday,
For what i should have or shouldn't say.

I don't believe to have been of fault,
But purely just a deep firm bolt.
In that bridge that together we formed,
Single handedly was transformed.

Crashed down into the water below,
All that left, the little stepping stone.