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
search in vain
for honor and truth
among lost 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,
we try to hang on,
we hold 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;

part of the cost,
part of the loss.

There is no hiding
in this solitary world
called life,
no sanctuary,
no turning back,
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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