TAKE THE GOLD

TAKE THE GOLD

He wears the scars
Of riding hot steel
She bears the burden
Of needing him still
A loveless luster
Like embers to clay
She weeps at day
He’s doing OK

She wants the love
He’ll take the gold
No more to say
That’s how it go
Epithets fly
But never land
Gold shall be taken
With lonely hand

With vexing voice
She begs to his back
He accelerates
With treacherous tact
A life and love lost
To crimes of decay
An amber foray
Is her price to pay

She wants the love
He’ll take the gold
No more to say
That’s how it go
Epithets fly
But never land
Gold shall be given
With trembling hand

Take the gold
Take the gold
Take the gold
And go
Take the gold
Take the gold
Take the gold
See it go