The Golden

I lie in a hard, cold, hospital bed,

Thinking 'bout my friends, Dally and Pony.

I already know what remains ahead,

Even though the doctor hasn't told me.

Dally, my hero, by guide, my savior,

Stubborn, yes, and with glaring eyes ice cold.

Good inside, although reckless behavior,

Pony, one thing I say to you: stay gold.

Saving the trapped kids was right, I know it,

I only wish I could see them grow up.

I don't regret it though, even one bit,

'Specially not when I sit in my death cup.

Those kids will have a better life than me.

Dally and Pony, you just wait. You'll see.