The price of happiness
I have found a little happiness but the price was far too high
the joy I’ve found is just to be alone.
I have lost all my connections to the life that I once lived
I no longer wait in silence by the phone.
There is an emptiness each day I wake up hoping for a change
but in my heart I know that day will never come to be
I have to forget the love once shared with those I love the most
knowing they are all I ever really want to see.
I am not sure how this happened? The fault has to lie with me?
knowing that my daughters care not if I live or die
I know not the crime committed or how I failed so badly
and I truly have no more tears of guilt to cry.
I tried to be the father they would wish for and hold my hand with pride
but it seems there is nothing I have done to earn their trust…
they have made my whole life pointless, just a wasted journey
and my grandchildren will be the ones that bear the cost.
So the price I paid for happiness is a price no one should pay
as the happiness inside just feels hollow without love
instead of looking forward for whatever life has to offer
I can only look forward for the end of my time to come.
