Playin' with Fool's Gold - 10/16/17 01:24 PM
https://soundcloud.com/belladonna-amaya/playin-with-fools-gold
Title: Playing with Fool’s Gold by Donna J Evans
Verse 1
A sunny daisy on a hot July day
Born with a silver chisel to carve her way
A high roller of the rich and famous world
A sparkling diamond called the golden girl
She loved a man heir of a cursed dynasty
A sculptress determined to mold their destiny
Thought she could tame his wild escapades
But she headed down a dark highway
Chorus
Dreams burn like a fire
Fleeting passions and desires
In the end what’s remembered
Is cold ashes and cinders
From playin’ with fool's gold
Verse 2
She was consoled by angels on a gray wintry day
Heartbroken depression is all they would say
Drinking and drugs stole her youth's season
A wasted life seemingly without reason
Demons torment souls with shallow visions
The breaking point leaves only scattered pieces
A woman not strong enough to rise above
A man whose heart’s devoid of love
Chorus
Bridge
For those blinded by glitter
Fruit on vines quickly wither
In this life all that matters
Is the gold dust you scatter
@ copyright 10/15/17
Title: Playing with Fool’s Gold by Donna J Evans
Verse 1
A sunny daisy on a hot July day
Born with a silver chisel to carve her way
A high roller of the rich and famous world
A sparkling diamond called the golden girl
She loved a man heir of a cursed dynasty
A sculptress determined to mold their destiny
Thought she could tame his wild escapades
But she headed down a dark highway
Chorus
Dreams burn like a fire
Fleeting passions and desires
In the end what’s remembered
Is cold ashes and cinders
From playin’ with fool's gold
Verse 2
She was consoled by angels on a gray wintry day
Heartbroken depression is all they would say
Drinking and drugs stole her youth's season
A wasted life seemingly without reason
Demons torment souls with shallow visions
The breaking point leaves only scattered pieces
A woman not strong enough to rise above
A man whose heart’s devoid of love
Chorus
Bridge
For those blinded by glitter
Fruit on vines quickly wither
In this life all that matters
Is the gold dust you scatter
@ copyright 10/15/17