ev'ry thing is for sale under any other name
it always has a price, sometimes more than you'd like
even a soul is for sale, yet a person can change
a gift came your way an' nothin' was ever paid
it becomes a posession added to your collection
a woman takin' your name, thinkin' you had it made
a gift was changin' its ways
this woman her price you couldn't meet
an' you cried out thought you were home free
even a gift doesn't come cheap, it could have been a winner
had you paid
now you're livin' in your own dark shadow
of the day
should have known she wasn't for free
'cause a gift always
leaves
(c) JR.
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