The Golden Child

Even the golden child

Will come and have trial

She may have always handled it

May have always been best

But it was always with an aching

Inside her chest

As the years rolled by

She learned to never cry

Even when if she couldn't hold it all

She couldn't bare the thought

Of if she would fall

She was made for so much more

A thought she knows

But she's chained to the floor

Could you bare the monotony

Of these days

If you knew what you could do

Without all the grey

Could you truly care

When you hate what you do

When you could live for much more

But you stuck in the bore

Could you handle it all

If you were the golden child

Who always made it through trial

But even gold can crack

It's just all under the act

Visible to none

How much she's come undone