Your true colors

Your short lived glory 
But I have nothing to worry 
That golden medal you wear 
Is little of my interest and care

Through this tide high and this wave 
Something I did to keep you safe. 
And the way you escorted me back to my cave 
Couldn’t see it though, peacefully you pave. 
In my misery, no soul I see for me to save.

Leave me behind and just go 
Your true colors. 
They only thing I feared to know 
Thank you for having me 
You put an excellent show

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.