Gray to gold

For my something

Maybe I've wanted to be something

All my life

Nothing like the wind that blows for just one season

I've told myself what you've got is not bad at all

So, don't look far, shut the door and close your eyes

But, deep in my heart, I know that's not my life

I don't want to lead my life on-might-have -beens

What's the use of being alive if I deny myself

I'd rather throw a caution to the wind and leave

To where I could be myself

To where I could be myself

So, Can I open the door and leave my old room?

I want to know where my feet could take me

I don't know what kind of wind'd hit me

But I made up my mind to accept everything

I might be just a little dust for now

But who knows? Could be the seed inside the wind

Want to make the most of me and to live, live, live..

So, Can I open the door and run to the horizon?

I heard there's always sun of tomorrow

Maybe I could meet it or be it

Yeah, I made up my mind

I made up my mind to rise

Then could my sky be gonna turn

Gray to gold? Gray to gold..

And could I be dust to ray

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Inspired by. 'golden hour' of JVKE