By the Gods - The Midas Touch

A gift of gold so fitting
For a king, such as myself
Endless wealth at my finger tips
What could go wrong
Do not underestimate
You're wishes, of greed
All I wanted was the gift
To turn to gold, everything I touch

Everything I touch

A curse which is so fitting
For a fool, such as myself
My ignorance got the best of me
I wish I had thought this through
I cannot hold my loved ones
Or enjoy drink or a feast
All I wanted was the gift
To turn to gold, everything I touch

I never asked for this
The one who bears the gift
My gift is but a curse
Cheated, once again

Been cheated once again
My greed, tortures me
Been cheated once again
And now I'm in too deep

Dionysus I am asking for your help
Rid me of this curse
Not the gift that I intended for
What could be worse
Over ambition is what's haunting me
A lesson learned
Think ahead before I jump the gun
With no return

I never asked for this
The one who bears the gift
My gift is but a curse
Cheated, once again

Cheated once again

Written by:
Jason S

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