Every metal I touch soon turns to gold Iron, steel, rusted or old. Every step that I take, chains are wrapped around me For I only serve as a treasure to keep. My magical hands wield power beyond me But they don’t understand, and they beg for the key. I am seen like a god which they try to please But I am worth as much as the air that they breath. I’m not worth more than cattle I’m not worth more than a dog. I am human with powers Turning iron to gold. But my hearts worth much more And that they can’t see. For there’s much more to me Than the powers I keep.