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,

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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