I find your soul within my hands, My power is to great My people love me These coins are as bright as the sun Everything I touch, brings me riches But everything I touch I lose happiness
You bring me riches Your eyes are as bright as diamonds While your hair is as slick as silver
I find your soul within my hands I wish I could feel your warmth I wish I could hold your hand With you, I wish I can grow old But every time we touch you turn into gold
A quick poem I wrote while listening to We can't be friends by Dream Koala