A piece apart of the Collection Lullbies
It is the price we pay for happiness
The things that are keep hidden,
Covered in the drawers, placed between
Slices of paper, a journal under
The bed, or between two books on the shelf.
It is the price we pay to be happy,
To hide our smiles, and challenge
Our souls for the second place prize,
But I am content with my contention.
But I pay the price for you, O Sun!
Never have I fought so hard for
rejection, yet been so afraid of the
darkness that precedes. Yet, I will
Pay again for another happiness, is
More my own. To give with every
Feeling, my words, my slothful life.
To be happy, in your grace.
You will, find your prince. And
Live longer than any man whose
Put pain in to your head, you will
Create and love, for the price was
to heavy for melancholy.
But what is the price we pay?
The sacrifice of ones own joy
For another, it is the contention
The sadness that follows the weeping
Dawns as it falls along the coast, it’s
Tangerine complexion manifest across the
Sky, while bringing light to the other side
The price, is the time between the light
And dark, the grey. The retribution and
Salvation of believers. Hope in your eyes,
The strength of your hair, and the price which
Has given you life.
The things that are keep hidden,
Covered in the drawers, placed between
Slices of paper, a journal under
The bed, or between two books on the shelf.
It is the price we pay to be happy,
To hide our smiles, and challenge
Our souls for the second place prize,
But I am content with my contention.
But I pay the price for you, O Sun!
Never have I fought so hard for
rejection, yet been so afraid of the
darkness that precedes. Yet, I will
Pay again for another happiness, is
More my own. To give with every
Feeling, my words, my slothful life.
To be happy, in your grace.
You will, find your prince. And
Live longer than any man whose
Put pain in to your head, you will
Create and love, for the price was
to heavy for melancholy.
But what is the price we pay?
The sacrifice of ones own joy
For another, it is the contention
The sadness that follows the weeping
Dawns as it falls along the coast, it’s
Tangerine complexion manifest across the
Sky, while bringing light to the other side
The price, is the time between the light
And dark, the grey. The retribution and
Salvation of believers. Hope in your eyes,
The strength of your hair, and the price which
Has given you life.