flesh and gold
Where wind is blowing, we're made of gold,
But real issues seem to me
Like awful prize of destiny.
This hidden world calls "come over, dear,
I can wash out you darkest fear,
I'm neither lover nor your god,
But I'm friend, that means a lot".
I wish I had more time to feel
A precious friendship and needless ill.
However, I'm made of flesh,
Which doesn't make specific clash.
And I can bleed like everyone
And squint my eyes when I see the sun.
So, when I hear someone calling me,
I come to sound to touch and see,
To make this place my native home,
To reach and take this flowing warm.
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