The Price We Pay

Even when I close my eyes I can still see my hands shaking Every one of your slurred words A tremor And every tremor A prayer All the same Wake up tomorrow and don’t remember this ever happened Wake up tomorrow and be ok Or at least wake up tomorrow Each prayer is one more fervent than the last Each one more painful As if every second a little bit of my soul is torn from me The price of keeping you alive I suppose The price also paid in his blue eyes As they meet mine across your lap I can see it See that price in his eyes Why can’t you? Why cant you see the price he pays? The price I pay? The price we all pay? We love you, you know It doesn’t matter really But we do love you That’s why he doesn’t cry He wants to you know Later he will When you’re safe When it’s silent He will cry He will shake Darkness will consume As you think about how this will happen next Yes, Then he will be crying And Ill be long gone What will you do then? Who will catch him while they are catching you? Because they’re always catching you He’s always catching you. When will this end? When will you see the price we pay for your blindness? When?