SPIRIT OF GOLD
This spirit of gold is haunting me
This spirit of gold is never setting me free
Like a feather in the wind
I feel the eternity of this Spirit of Gold
Not a smile when I was eight
Not a smile, just hate
Lots of dreams and fantasies
Sometimes illusions set us free
Like this Spirit of Gold
Touching the sky, feeling the clouds
Stuck in the past with a lot of regrets
Disappointing myself for what I am
Disappointing myself for what I became
I’m looking for my Spirit of Gold
This spirit of gold is flying away from here
This spirit of gold is trying to dry the tears
This spirit of gold is flying away from here
This spirit of gold is trying to set me free