There's a Lady Who's Sure All that Glitters is Gold..

And she is right.

As long as I am here, she will be right.

As long as I have strength for her in my heart, I will make sure of this truth.

As she walks on the clouds, I shed a tear.

I cry as I look up to see her gliding through the sky.

I keep myself below so she can stay up high.

Flowers don't grow where I am, they grow in the skies.

The sunlight doesn't shine except for her.

The only warmth I feel is of her arms and her lips as they press against me.

I forget who where I am, what I do, and what I'm told for this one lady.

She is sure that all that glitters is gold, and she is right;

I will not have her believe otherwise.