Golden

I had to fade away to

Take back the golden days of mine 

I had forgotten 

For your pride

We were born to fly

Now I am 

Scared

To death

Now my bleeding heart

Has its unusual rest

I lose my cool and my patience 

Cry as loud as I can

In silence

I used to lay my armor down 

Never wanted to become a clown

Would shine in your darkest town

When you took my golden crown

I am happy as the wren

Now you am not broken

Our memories are rude

But not stolen