Silver Medal

He was your silver medal A consolation prize in my eyes Nowhere near the best you can do And you knew it to Now in your days of freedom With blood and sweat in your pen The gold medal is just out of reach Or so it seems again What worked on all the rest Won't melt the heart in a golden chest For he knows all of your crimes this time And you know them to It must be strange trying to prove yourself In a life spent feeling proven What's worse is knowing anyone but me Will be your silver medal

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