Lexie-Rose - For whom the gates toll
it’s the toll
that everyone pays
some just a few pennies
others, everything they have.
i’ve watched friends
pay the toll
taking everything they have
up to their very last breath
and yet it’s still not enough
she’s given you her life
and you give nothing
but we get a grave.
the grave that we stand over
sobbing and crying
yet it brings us together
as if the gates have opened
before they shut close
as if tempting us
showing us what it could be
how good everything can be
if we just pay the toll.
when will it be enough?
i’ve given everything i could think of
my time, my attention
my money, my blood
yet, the gate remains closed.
these lines, that grow longer
these lines that grow deeper
i’ve given you everything i can
why won’t you open.
or maybe, the price for passage isn’t money
it isn’t these lines
it isn’t any of it
maybe the toll is passage itself
and so
i pay the toll
with my last breath
as i finally gain passage
and i see her once more
and everything is as it should be.
until i turn around.