Sacrifice

Played for forty years, played it all his life,
couldn't afford a beer/
Jesus saved his life, couldn't make it right,
tried to find a tear.

It's a sacrifice, a sacrifice.
She lay awake at night, she couldn't erase her fright,
that she would slowly leave.
Her image as it showed/ clearly as he wrote/
it made her weak.

It's a sacrifice, a sacrifice.
If I had your love, if I had your love.

His father taught him well, gave freely to his spell,
born to perform.
The day the music died,
he laughed he sang he cried,
now begin again.

If I had your love, if I had your love.

Life keeps moving slow, her image as she wrote,
but do they ever meet?
Voices in her head, silence in that bed,
spoke volumes in between.
It's a sacrifice, a sacrifice.

Challenges of love, whose sorrows rise above/
the ones who can't remain?
her voice fills with anger/ at first til' it grows sweeter/
then silence it remains.