BREATHING SILVER

Never heard praise, onward stretching days Constant reminders of how I've fell short One and two, constantly compared to you Never a moment to feel glowing sun I'm to him as rust is to silver Non an issue, non of import I'm to gold, tarnished, and pitiful He doesn't love me, in his eyes are just gold Lay alone, my blood as my pillow Stone so cold as I sleep and shiver Try and try but only to fall short Uncontrolled is my fate familiar Write my plight on torn and sewn parchment Poems sing how I'm BREATHING SILVER I'm BREATHING SILVER You are a beacon, shining and beautiful I'm just a bum who knows not of good And to the people, you prove how you're worthy I promise too I can be like you Just a drop will engage a vengeance Sylver tears now run through his veins Take a breath for it is his last one On his deathbed, a choice will be made Second place is where I remain Lay alone, my blood as my pillow Stone so cold as I sleep and shiver Try and try but only to fall short Uncontrolled is my fate familiar