I remember the sad sound in your sweet voice,
you trembled when we hugged,
when you told me goodbye.
I cried my eyes out
& left tears in your hair
that enveloped me
in the wind
that day,
the last day I saw you.

Your tears are silver and golden,
But you don't know, so much broken.

You mourn; you weep, you cry,
For the things which had life only to die.

The thought about reality pierce you and *****,
As you keep to home made of crisp brick.

Hopes and dreams reside there in this,
Making you believe for true bliss.

Your tears are golden, be sure, be sure.
your blunders they mirror, your sins of yore.

A new way towards glory they show.
Believe in them, be courageous to go.