The price of love few can pay,

others rent and the rest throw away.

From my first love till mine now,

I have heard the lies in the quite vows.

"I will love you till the the end". 

All those are lies and will leave with the wind

 

Child, love is a lie and a curse.  

In time all couples grow diverce.

We all go with the reaper when he comes.

Alone, silent, life goes with the wind.

 

The love that you tell me of will not last.

For it acts like winter and it too shall pass.

Go now boy, and pay the price.

For it cost more then the tears a lonly mother has cried.