The Golden Ring.
I live in darkness, walls hold me as dust gathers
At one time, I was a lustrous gold, worn on a beaming soul’s hand
She giggled about their children's future and beautiful days to come
But watching the years and dreams fade, bitterness veiled my color
Two young people trying to make their world better
Both with stubborn souls and dispirited pasts never to be resolved
Only a few years, anger spewed out, and all love was irredeemable
I walked out with her, a suitcase in hand leaving everything she had:
A home with a husband, two kids, and memories galore
She wore me for a while, thinking maybe all would work out
Though after a while, neither found goodness
Cold tears, angry fights, divorce and custody papers later they went their separate ways
So she put me in here, I was too much to throw away
Many years later, I still feel like stone, chilly and weathered
My band has lost luster; the diamond doesn’t sparkle
I saw the light of a room some years later
Not by her but someone like her, she was her little girl
My old bearer saw me, telling her who I was, what I stood for and was nothing more
I waited for her to put me back, to forget I was there so I could tarnish or corrode
But the little girl saw something more, something I couldn’t or didn’t deserve
So she suggested in an optimistic tone, maybe it could be worn by someone else
Her mother looked up from their work and saw the little one’s idea
She gave me to the girl as her future gift, when she gets married and makes a story
The girl smiled and pretended that she was a bride in white and lace
Though for now, I need to be put back, so I didn’t go missing or into hiding
I sat there in darkness with my dull gold and faded diamond
Somehow I shine deep, deep inside
Now with a new hope, a new reason to shine