(AI Music) Unseen in Gold

Even when I step, my footprints tremble,
Dust rises beneath golden skies, endless struggle.
Some shine, some crumble,
In this never-ending fight, I keep walking to find myself.

Traces left in muddy water, so faint,
The solid memories I had shattered like paint.
Some forge silver chains to bind their way,
Some carve paths with golden blades that never sway.
But me?
A grain of sand buried deep in the earth,
One shot at glory, fading for what it’s worth.
From towers high, they gesture and call,
"Here’s your share!" they toss me mere crumbs to fall.

"One more chance"—a luxury I can’t claim,
When dirt shatters, only fragments remain.
Cover it in gold, but it’ll never change,
One fleeting moment—that’s all I had to shine.

Born from dirt, and to dirt I’ll return,
Trying to shine again only leaves me burned.
In a world of gold, I’m unseen,
Just dust in the wind, carried between.

They all say failure’s a lesson to learn,
But for dirt, lessons are privileges we can’t earn.
While silver stars race up the chart,
I’m sinking in mud as they laugh from afar.
The hands that once held me now let go,
Warm memories turned cold as they rush to the show.
No path for me, my light has dimmed,
On this heap of dirt, what more can I dream?

Gold breaks but melts to start anew,
When dirt falls apart, there’s no undo.
I scream into silence, no echo’s reply,
My story is trapped in the winds of the sky.

Born from dirt, and to dirt I’ll return,
Trying to shine again only leaves me burned.
In a world of gold, I’m unseen,
Just dust in the wind, carried between.

Dreaming again feels too far to try,
The dirt beneath my feet slips through, runs dry.
If your key’s made of gold, my chains are of rust,
Bound to this cycle, thrown to the world’s distrust.
Rain pours down, sweeping me into streams,
Bit by bit, I shrink, losing all my dreams.
I thought someday I’d shine, but now I see,
No flowers bloom where shattered dirt used to be.

You can forget me—it’s only natural,
Dust doesn’t glow again; it’s not magical.
The one chance I had drifts further away,
I cry out on this broken ground, what else can I say?

Born from dirt, and to dirt I’ll return,
Trying to shine again only leaves me burned.
In a world of gold, I’m unseen,
Just dust in the wind, carried between.

Fragments of dirt, memories of my skin,
Now just a name floating on the wind.
There’s no restart, but I rest underground,
Hoping someday my story will resound.