Doomed and forced to wait, he tasted gold
The hand hand of age rests still on the crook
A dig trowel
A clean tooth
A spark to use for win
A nice pillow at last
A truth to choose to believe in
Believe me you'll want what I have, you'll see
When you get a chance to "Really be"
I was caught in a lover's net, a death of gold and all alone
I deserved the name I got and into this I strive to grow