The price .

What price do we really pay for our indifferrence and apathy?

              The Price

Thought I called the shots

Held captive by my thoughts

She longed to be free

To break away from me



Now she's gone

She'd taken enough

Before things turned rough-she flew.

Guess I saw it coming



Closed my eyes

What she said

Really came as no surprise

I'm leaving don't you realize?



Now the years have gone

Still I carry on

Without her

Yes! There's a price to pay!



Not needed anymore

She evened up the score

Threw me away like trash

I knew it wouldn't last

Like a log on the fire

Burned till desire was gone.

Once the price was paid