Jul 13, 2022
Thin Gold Line
You hold me when I have no fight left
Pick me up when I don’t want to step
I was the calm voice in the dark
But I felt lost until the day you stole my heart
Now you are the calm in my storm of fear
Taking my breath away with every touch and every wipe of my tears
When my thin gold line went dark
You sent back the spark
When my little angel was taken from me out a window, I felt as though I had nothing left
As I set in the dark awaiting the shots through the window taking me to my death