All that glitters is not gold I used to believe everything had its own value The dirt, the sky, people around But after many lonely night with nothing to fight but myself I have come to realize Gold doesn’t glitter and neither does the light in my eyes If you could even call it a light to begin with A feint sheen that reviles nothing But an empty chasm without hope So no all that glitters is not gold But the gold we speak of has no shine to me either