By Elaine McGinty

 

Sitting in the dust

Coins turning to rust

What you’re waiting for

Is already yours

 

Get up now

Get up and fly

Take your dreams

And fly away

Get out of here

Before I chase you

Do my thing to bend

And make you

Mine

 

Holding up the sky

Eyes are wondering why

You wanted to be sure

So gold is never yours

 

Lead turned into gold

Fire blood no one knows

The secret is in your hand

Why travel the sea

And the land

 

The Alchemist is me

With fire my breath

You see

To chase a dream away

But find it

Right here

One day

 

Get out of here

Before I find you

Wasting dreams

And making lies true

Sitting there