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.