California Gold Rush - Sara Jackson-Holman

Eyes of marble, beautifull and cold with specks of gold.

Reflecting the light of your smile, reflecting the warmpth of you burning heart.

California gold rush, then for you it was over.

Purple heart radiates a heat you’ve never felt, only because you’re putting it

through

the fires of you passion.

You couldn’t break it if you tried, but you try just the same.

California gold rush, then for you it was the end.

Dear prospector you mine, the pain you search is dynamite.

To find the truth that will in your part, smouldering heart, as empty as before.

Eyes of marble, beautiful and cold with specks of gold, reflecting the light of

your

smile, reflecting the warmpth of your burning heart.

California gold rush, then for you it was the end.