Chasing Fools Gold

Chasing Fools Gold

I wanted true love, but chased fools gold.

Held it close, like treasure to my chest.

It glittered bright, but the shine was cold.

A promise empty, that gave no rest.

I thought the glow would make me whole.

I followed lies, dressed up as light.

It pulled me far from my own soul,

And left me broken, through the night.

I reached for warmth, but touched the stone.

The silence louder, than any sound.

The path I walked, was mine alone.

No gentle hand, was ever found.

Yet still I dream of love so true,

That waits beyond the false and old.

I learn from all I stumbled through.

No longer chasing fools gold.

The heart can heal, though scarred and worn.

It beats again, with steady grace.

From bitter ash, new hope is born.

And I still seek a tender place.

So if love comes, I will not fear.

Its light will shine, not bought or sold.

A steady flame will keep me near,

Not the glitter of fools gold.