By me
Date: 14 May 1998

Iron to Gold

Sneaking through my mind,
Thoughts of her,
Her face so kind.
Then some words that were once said,
Turning my heart into lead,
With all the Love that I did hold,
Gone is her Love,
That I cherished as gold.
Then she says she hurts,
With a pain of the heart.
From losing me,
With the end of love,
That she did start.