A sliver of gold can can make a heart turn to rust
A soul into dust
It can stop another dead in their tracks
Frozen in its cracks
Such a small thing she turned in her hand
A life in a band
Hot furious water, wild dangerous seas
Golden wheat fields, lazy bees
Dazed, tired, lost and yet found
Free at last yet utterly bound
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
A sliver of gold can can make a heart turn to rust
A soul into dust
It can stop another dead in their tracks
Frozen in its cracks
Such a small thing she turned in her hand
A life in a band
Hot furious water, wild dangerous seas
Golden wheat fields, lazy bees
Dazed, tired, lost and yet found
Free at last yet utterly bound
love secret
