FOOLS GOLD

Wishing upon a star always wanting to travel far, to find a love that was not there, I cry, and I run looking for you to whom I belong.
Was there joy at my birth a gift, God gift from above how I should know, why do I care, too young to belong, now too old to be told.
The age of innocent travels far in search of a fool’s paradise, the life you live in the past that is told, knowing full well that all that glitters is not gold.
At the age of four, she left me at the door, I search in vain for you my dear, you left you said to return someday when life will be your own.
Sorrow fills my heart, I weep and moan but found no comfort in you, the miles between us you knew could never have made you blue.
Toil and sweat my whole life through could have been avoided nothing new, unwanted unclaimed left out in the dew.
Love makes sacrifices, hate makes sorrow, where I stand there is no tomorrow, my life before me as in visions to behold the mystery of birth.
God blessed the bed that I lay on today, the miracle of life a gift so rare, oh Lord my god let me be there for their joy of youth so fair.
Wishing upon a star I have traveled far to find the love that was never there, soon my darkest hour will come.
And if I die before I awake, I pray my Lord, my soul to take, forgive my arrogance my birth and my life, for without a teacher who will tell I was searching for a fool’s gold.
Iron sharpens iron.
Copyright ©2006 Kenvil Atkins