Golden Chains

Sitting under that willow tree
With tears running down her pale skin
Was the little girl
The Girl with golden chains
As she sat in the shadows
Between the bushes and flowers
Looking at the butterflies
As they flew in the sky
She wished silently
Wished she could fly
To reach the sky
Because she knew
That nothing gold can stay

With her golden eyes
She dreamed of things
That can cause her fatal end
She wished for things that were unreachable
She didn't want fame
She didn’t want love
She didn’t want a lot
The only thing that little girl wanted was to
Not be forgotten
Through all the happy times
She wanted to belong to the crowd
Hoping they would see her without her scars
Without her bleeding cuts
Wanting to be remembered through all the times
To be known as the girl
The girl with the golden chains round her wrist…