Even my tears, Even my tears, are tainted

Although my ties, Although my ties are true

Through all my fears, Through all my fears I fainted

And fell in love with you

Paying for isolation

Like a long cold winters blues

What a price for isolation

But they gave you all the clues

Your rough, wind blown face, rough, wind blown face had color

Your shoes, a  tattering blue

Your eyes, they twickled out a story

Paying for solitude…

Chorus

I turned and gazed, I turned and gazed, at a new painted face

Looked at new shoes; they had such flattering hues…

Your eyes though fleeting, told a story

Paying for solitude…,

From the benches to the Bread Box

The shock so greatly stark

And the difference came too quickly; for my mind to disembark

He had no place, He had no place, to lay His head

He ran a race, He ran a race of Love

The shoes He walked in; were a patterning

Of a Home that was from Above…

He was walking in isolation

Like a long, cold winters blues

What a price for isolation

He gave you all the clues….

Words and music by Kelly Sampson Griswold©2010