Threshold.

This heart has reached its threshold,
It's been filled too much that it overflows.
Filled with so much pain it can possibly hold,
how it can possibly survive this state?

I resign, abandon.
I shed a tear for us,
I shed a tear for the memories.
From dawn till dusk,
I will mourn this tragedy.

I cannot bring myself to forgive.
No, not anymore.
I cannot let myself be fooled,
I've fallen many times before.

I let go, give up.
I shed a tear for us,
I shed a tear for the end.
I will always long for the love
your heart has lent.

This heart has reached its threshold,
It has become numb, wounded and cold.
Filled with so much pain it can possibly hold,
from a single lie that multiplied a hundred fold.

People with Price Tags.

"King Benjamin!", they all cry out,
raising their arms and voices up high.
They beg and kneel at his feet,
longing for his assurance of a better life.

"Save us!", one screamed,
one of the million people assembled at his feet.
they all aspire for greener pastures,
people of only skin and bone.

Famine has ravaged this land,
and Poverty has stricken its heart.
Hunger for food, money and power,
the taste for it lingering in their guts.

His every wish is their command.
His will is for them to follow.
His every whim and every demand,
No matter how deep nor shallow.

All of these for the price of gold,
and the promise of fame and glory.
All of these for the money,
they willingly exchange for their dignity.

There are people with price tags,
easily bought and disposed.
Their hearts belong to the highest bidder,
Their loyalty lies where there is gold.

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