THE TRUE COST

The True Cost

I stand with nothing but my pulse, my breath,

A heart exposed, to give or face regret.

You want the riches that adorn the day,

But I ask, love, is this your only way?

I could paint you skies of stars and sun,

Build you mountains, roads for us to run.

Lay before you the treasures the world would covet—

But here's the truth you might not have expected:

For all the gold, for all the wine,

My love is no trinket, no simple sign.

I’d offer it all, if you would claim,

But you just gotta be worth it—to play the game.

What is wealth when hearts are sold too cheap?

When the promise of forever is shallow and weak.

I’d give you a kingdom if you hold the key,

But, love, you just gotta be worth it to stand with me.

If you crave the world’s glimmering embrace,

Know this: I will give, but at a steady pace.

A thousand riches, and yet they fall—

If you’re not the one who can bear it all.

So tell me, love, what’s the cost to you?

Will you rise, or fade from view?

For what’s a kingdom, a crown, a worth,

If you can't stand tall and prove your birth?