A Small, Simple Price

Listning to the small steps,
Running across the floor,
Hoping and praying that someday,
There will be more.

If you were to die tonight,
I would step aside from the light,
And swollow my pride,
Without a fight.

I know what i did was wrong,
I never meant the words that i said and the things that i did,
Tonight i will regret them,
As i lay alone in my bed.

I do nothing,
As the baby trips and falls to the floor,
I just wish that i could turn my head,
To see you standing at the door.

What about the kid, what is it going to do,
It cant live without its mother,
It really needs you,
A different woman, well, i cant really see myself with another.

I put the knife to wrist,
and begin to press,
No, i don't want to lose everything,
But i think it is my turn to rest.

I thank God for everything that he has given me,
But i took it for granted,
And threw it all away,
There is only one small prce that i will have to pay.

I only wish that our baby will have a good life someday,
Now that i stare at the knife,
I realize that tonight,
Is the night that i take my own life away.

Now i begin to bleed as my life slips away,
I look over once more to......see you.....standing at the door,
Screaming and falling to your knees,
As i hear you say my name one last time.

This is only the small, simple price that i have to pay,
before i whisper,
"I'm sorry, and i love you",
Just loud enough for you to hear me.