Golden from Strings by Christina Li Music

I run through grass catching fireflies.
I watch tadpoles skip away.
But I need no escape from shelter.

Pink light casts on me,
like a hand, sculpting clay,
like a mirror would say,
whisper tinted words.

Golden girl, living in a rosy world.
Shine so bright, with nothing but gilded pools.

On the brink, I hear crashing waves.
They scream and drown,
buried in rubble.

I yearn to jump,
but the unforeseen taunts.
For I know nothing,
or I’m grateful for nothing.

I stand tall, I smile bright, when I rise.
I listen, I love, and I care.
But I crave words,
thrown mindlessly through a screen,
all but my own.
I can only pretend, oh so much.

Golden girl, living in a rosy world.
Icy lakes or crashing waves, do I stand or drive? (Do I stand or dive?)
Golden girl, living in a rosy world. (Rosy, rosy)
Oh, I want to learn, but I’m never quite enough.

Wipe these lenses clean,
and I wonder to myself:
Who am I? Why am I?
And where do I go from here?

Golden girl, living in a rosy world.
Golden girl, living in a gilded world.
Golden girl, living in a wretched world.
I see for what it is. But just how can I give?

• Pop
• R&B
• Soul
• acoustic
• acoustic guitar
• altfolk
• background vocals
• folk
• indie folk
• indiepop
• lyrical
• poem
• singer-songwriter
• New York