Why don't you give me. What I want.
You know my heart, secrets and lies.
I want you, to treasure me. And elevate me.
Like a God, for I desire it so. Glory.
And a coin of gold. To carry around.
My pocket, and feel: expensive and valuable.
Like a soul, filled to follow. No more.
You know, you know. How we venture, and fight.
For a portion of life. To risk a death today. Never mind the night.
Today: I shine. With a pocket full of gold, like a sun singing.
By my side.