Price on My Soul

The price on my soul is accusing.

Oh they laugh as this old truck drives by,

How could anyone be such a fool.

Imagine what you would have if only

you paid the price, paid the price too long.

With so much invested in being wrong,

the price is high when this old soul flies,

and it sure feels free not to be you.

There isn't enough money in this world

worth fooling myself to never change.

They laugh, they laugh and they laugh,

the prices are too high, too high.

It sure feels free to know inside

could not lie, would not lie to myself.

Fool myself once and fool myself again,

never, never can God ever be shamed.



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submitted 5/23/08