Where did I leave the chalice
All golden, gleams of ruby red
It must be somewhere in the palace
Standing at the floor beneath the bed
I look for it and then I wonder
What is it really I'm looking for?
For in all truth I can’t remember
From which book this page I tore
The chalice must be somewhere near
The chalice must be somewhere close
But all I do is stand and fear
That it is still beneath the rose
Oh where did I leave my golden chalice
Is it out there by the sky,
Or is it still there by the window
Watching the strangers walking by?
My golden chalice, where did I leave you?
Or is it me you left?
Or are you here; is it true?
Or has it been a theft?
My golden chalice, unforgotten
Misplaced somewhere around my life
Are you in places so begotten?
I'll never find you in all my strife?
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Submission Name: The Golden Chalice
