My Star's of Gold
Walking down the isle
I see stars of gold
Blinking with purity
The fall straight from the sky,
Bird sings of you
Men prays with you,
Queuing up expectations
Ready to possess my possession,
Crazy stories of falling stars
My lip tells sweet tales.
Looking beyond the clouds
I see stars of gold,
Perfect than a comet
Falling straight to our heart,
Older than it’s galaxy
But gold in making,
Silver in ransom
Costless as the air,
Even diamond kings calls him
My creator my stars of gold
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