It wasn’t the thing
though I adored your choice of things
‘Twasn’t the price or quantity; nor size
but the unexpected moment of surprise
It wasn’t an occasion or special day of the week
that became all its own; so sweet
It was the wanting to, the thoughtful intention, the just-because
It was all those things; It was pure love
While you are waiting
for tomorrow
’til sorrow has passed
time is running away
Days gone, will never
come back
They lack the means
that’s the price they must pay
So, wait no longer
focus on now
and how to believe
in the glory of today
We’ll pay the cost
by what we have lost
The feel of a definite shift
a change in the air; souls adrift
As if breath has been sucked from our chest
we’re left wondering; is this real or just a test
Everyone has a price to pay
some over time; others, all in one day
No one gets away
Heartspell 