GOLDEN TOUCH

GOLDEN TOUCH

What once was gold, now dirt it became,

Was it my touch, or has its time come?

Was I cursed at birth, or is a curse that’s born?

Nothing I wished, nothing I touched --

Even with these eyes, not by my side, it belongs.

Is my heart rotten, or rotten are my arms?

Maybe it’s my wicked fate, or is it my face that's wicked?

Am I a cursed one, or is the CURSE who I am?