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I could've had gold
Instead I have gray
I could've gone
But here I stay
I could've been popular
Instead I chose to be me
I could have been blind
But instead I see

As the trees die
And the wind starts to blow
I hold my ground
I stay, because I know

For in the castle
Glistening, standing tall
Is a great weakness
And it will soon fall
But my home
Old and gray
Will live on
Stronger each day

I chose to live
True and real
Showing me, and
How I feel

And as the tide pulls back
The people go
I shall stay
Because I, I know