Is it the fools penny?
Or is it the debutantes dollar?

Could it be the tears shed?
Shed from a heart of love

Maybe the fancy gems
Or the shiny toys?

Surely it was the tiny acts
The acts of love and compassion.

Was it the fool on the steed?
Believing he could ever be enough.

If none of these?
Then nothing could ever please.

Describe the value of a fool in love.
Was it not enough to promise death for life?

Claw the eyes from the beast.
Rake the ***** clean of flesh.

Crawl through the mire and muck
Meander the path through hells journey.

The value has been decided by those that received
Decided when they said goodbye.