Solitude has it’s price
Mostly a pound of flesh at a time
Come and gone and around again
Solitude has it’s price
Her hair Auburn as the season fades
Skin softer than silk but something lies beneath
She comes and goes from time to time
But solitude has it’s price
The burning midnight oil brightens his mood
The mood that comes and goes and is around again
With soft whisper silken touch becomes saintly
But Solitude has it’s price
His plaster painted hand and her bloody cheek
The color that comes and goes
The saint has left to who knows
Solitude has it’s price
So stands a "Man" wallowing alone
The price of Solitude is one so great
That no man could withstand her taint
Yet he must sorrow for she has died
His Solitude was her price to pay
