Part of the Cost

southern boys like their trucks,

clean and sweet,

moaning and groaning,

like fresh young virgins,

on warm Saturday nights;

dreamers dream,

lovers love,

sleepers sleep,

inside, we all silently weep;

part of the cost,

part of the loss;

kingdoms crumble,

melting like sand castles

beneath mighty ocean waves,

crashing violently upon white

sugary beaches,

stranding aqua-blue jelly fish

for all eternity;

part of the cost,

part of the loss;

haughty, petulant children,

searching in vain, for

honor and truth,

hidden among ruins and

ancient halls of perfect darkness,

never finding,

never knowing,

never understanding;

part of the cost,

part of the loss;

so many memories,

so much lost along

the way,

hanging on, holding on

with everything we have,

but in the end they fade away,

like the early morning mist

before the noon day sun,

and all that is left are echoes,

silently bouncing off empty

forgotten walls,

there is no hiding in this

solitary world,

no sanctuary,

no turning back;

part of the cost,

part of the loss;

through it all,

You continue to look down,

through it all,

You stand by my side,

You are the beginning,

You are the end,

You are all there is,

do not leave me here Lord,

do not forsake me,

hear my plea, forgive

my transgressions,

deliver me from evil ways;

bring me home to You.

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