The Priceless Cost

The Priceless Cost

You go from little miss innocent
To little miss I’m the boss
I saw the dark star maleficent
Where the brilliant moon was lost
I came to know her as the ancient one;
How the broken heart can see
Another’s courageous heart beat

I’m just what they call a foot soldier
I’m just what they call a naked slave
To the perfect selfless wondrous one
Who’s many times
Many times already paid
The priceless cost

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