Story’s End

Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).

The most expensive personal item(s) I’ve ever purchased was my own principles. Once we allow our core values and self-worth to be trampled, redeeming them will always come at a great cost.

Yeah, no one lit a candle, nor did their heart yearn
No one went to war to bring your safe return

Love was tears at story’s end, turned on for show
Honor never crossed their mind — they sieged you, now you know

To cherish meant your vacancy by their decree
It still snows in summertime as you look back and see

Word were things they shopped for in society’s store
Legless stumblings daily dropped to the editing room floor

The pool of water calls them as a siren song
If you are a spring to it, that’s abjectly wrong

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