Gold
I stood beside the angel
Who wed the devil on the cliff
And burnt like a match stick in the night
If at once I could hold her hand
I would let mine burn
In the night I've burned before
So it is no large thing for my skin to cinder
We will stand with you at the brink
And draw you from the edge
Do not be led off into the dark
And feel strong again
You're gold and just don't know it yet
Copyright © Lacey Petty | Year Posted 2011
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