costly, isn't it.
what?
everything.
the most beautiful things in life, aren't they free?
those are the most costly.

Every night, I fall asleep to a tired singing voice
I drift away to the sound of my love breaking through the static
I fall asleep with my head turned slightly up
because I'd hate to drown in my tear puddle
on my pillow.

The most beautiful things in life, they're not free.
They take the most tears, the most worry, and the most love.
Whoever told you they were free did not know what they were saying.

You just have to decide if, in the end when you own what you made payments on, is worth it's price.
You have to decide if it can be a price that was beautifully paid.

Mine is.

sickness and poison once ate at her chest
illness took over her kind face and she began to age before her time.
can you imagine the trauma? probably not.
the blackness and the vines that enclosed her,
the white rooms, blinding lights
the sunken face and the worry still.
all proves that she's strong, wouldn't you think?
that she's grown, an adult woman.
but she's with this demon
his hair is red because it was the devil's favorite color.
his smile is wicked and his eyes are cold with everyone he meets.
she sees this cold, wicked hell.
there's no love. only using and abusing
so may I say this
I love you
I hate him
We all do
so find that strength that beat the scariest darkness
and
Grow. Up.

How can I quit when the issue is so close to my heart?
How can you continue with this when the danger is so near to all 4 of yours?

How can you make the decision to stay when it's obviously wrecking everything?

I love you, but I must say
it has to end.

you tell me to let it loose
this demon gnawing at my heart
but when it rages and tugs at my strings
it comes out in the form of silent screams

the static and quietness are deafening
and the rain has no sound
because my tears are silent
forever shushed, hitting the ground

shake the frozen dew off yourself

wait for that sun to make you new

grow and thrive! that's my advice

though it isn't easy, flowers look nice

42,43,44
***** phospholipids
we won't do them anymore

I must be strong when she shakes
do it for her, (she's fragile, she breaks)

Swallow the tears and dismiss them from my voice
though the pill(s) may be bitter, it isn't her choice

Hold her because your arms are sometimes stronger than the heart
hold her as she mumbles and cries (you keep her from falling apart)

Love her for the good times, be there for the bad
don't let it fool you (you're not why she's sad)