There was once a man with a love so pure

That he saw only silver and gold
And so with this love he traveled the world
To stop himself from feeling so cold

If only he could grab hold of this thing
That keeps sneaking out of his hands
He'll finally grasp the essence of being
That'll fill him with joy and demands

But then, when he found her at last
And they had lived for some years
He'd lost her to the world underneath
For his happiness but mostly, his fears

For decades he traveled the world undernearth
And failed to find her still
But whenever a woman's cry he hears
He'll go to her, thinking she's near