Money comes at a price
In the terms of a life
And, Oh, what a sacrifice
I tread now on thin ice
Bricks and mortar it maybe
But it holds such a memory
To say goodbye is not easy
I care not for my money
But the cards are now dealt
In this house in which we dwelt
And as my heart does slowly melt
Feelings we all have felt
So move on, now in my life
Saying goodbye has its price
Although it's a mighty sacrifice
I'll survive on thin ice.
~~ My mums house is to be sold and I must move out in the next month or so, where I don't know, but an era has come to and end. Inside I feel a broken man, and most scared I have ever been, out of the frying pan into the fire, life will now soon expire, and like the phoenix from the flame, my life now will never be the same ~~
