When you were young, you were taken by time
You thought you’d always be alive
And now the dwindling sparkle in your eye
You know
The road is full, of crime and thievery truth be told
And to the mystery, of something pulled away from
And the soul rupturing, by
Something that I cannot see
One by one, feathers plucked from your skin
And there you lay bare in the wind
And god is watching
Somewhere with the lights dimmed
And the only hand you hold, is your very own of gold