Precious Gold

Life is a precious gold:
So often spent,
So often sold,
So often watched from the outside,
Looking in on the fun
He doesn't know the battles,
He doesn't feel the sun,
When the rain falls down,
I look up in the sky
And ask the clouds and droplets
If maybe I could fly
To visit the boy
Who doesn't know the land.
I'd walk right up and greet him,
And take him by the hand...