From Dust to Gold
I counted nickels just to earn some bread
The city lights would flicker in the rain
A heavy heart that carried all the pain
I wore a coat of faded, threadbare grey
And watched the wealthy people walk away
Dreaming of a life beyond this street
Where tired souls and broken promises meet
Pre chorus:
But deep inside, a fire wouldn't die
Beneath the empty pockets and the sky
I held a dream no poverty could steal
To change the tides of what I truly feel
Chorus:
Now I'm standing where the sun hits different gold
Living chapters that my younger self was told
Were fairy tales for kings upon a throne
Look at me now, I've finally made it home
From an empty cup to rivers running free
I found my fortune, but the best part is... it's me
No more shadows, no more bitter cold
Just a poor man's soul turned into solid gold
I built these walls with sweat and sleepless nights
Turned every wrong around to make it right
The world once slammed its door right in my face
Now I own half the buildings on this place
I traded cardboard boxes for the view
Of endless skies in shades of perfect blue
The whispers stopped, the laughter filled the air
Success became the perfume that I wear
Pre-Chorus:
That fire inside grew brighter through the years
It dried the river of my lonely tears
I built a kingdom from a single stone
And proved to everyone I'm not alone
Chorus:
Now I'm standing where the sun hits different gold
Living chapters that my younger self was told
Were fairy tales for kings upon a throne
Look at me now, I've finally made it home
From an empty cup to rivers running free
I found my fortune, but the best part is... it's me
No more shadows, no more bitter cold
Just a poor man's soul turned into solid gold
Bridge:
They see the diamond watch upon my wrist
The tailored suit that never can be missed
Or how he planted all these mighty trees
Money fills the house, but can't fill space
Unless you find your peace and saving grace
I'm rich today, but riches aren't the prize
It's waking up with wonder in my eyes
Outro:
Yeah, the coins keep falling down like gentle rain
But washing off the memory of the pain
I have everything a man could ever need
Planted by a long-forgotten seed
From dust to gold...
Finally whole...
This poor man's soul... has found its gold.
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