The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Once again the crispy morning came him to remind.
Of the days that were hay and the light with a bright shine.
Maybe it blinded him or was it just a dream.
Even with eyes wide open, he can't tell the difference it seems.
When in her eyes he saw love turn to pity and finally to regret...
It's then when the alchemist revealed the secret of gold and lead.
Now as he wanders into the desert looking for the pyramids
The secret of happiness lies waiting for him where he started instead
