The Price

What a wreck we've made of our sweet love,
What a sorrow and a shame
To reject a gift from God above,
To throw it down and walk away
An angel shed a tear from high
To mourn a wonder lost
And to mark the petty victories,
Won at such a cost
What a rare and fragile thing love is,
So delicate and fine
If you tend to it with tenderness,
Then it will pay you back in kind
But angry words from bitter lips
Wither love away
Then broken hearts and empty arms
Are the price we pay.
And I would give what's left of my small world
For it not to end this way,
But broken hearts and empty arms
Are the price we pay.
Now I'm standing on this empty shore,
Watching ripples on the lake
How they spread and grow from one small stone,
Like echoes of our sad mistakes.
Can you find forgiveness in your heart?
I will look for it in mine
Or was our sweet love just a wishing star,
That's fallen out of the sky
And I would give my world for one sweet ray
Of hope to light your face;
And to lie again in your sweet arms,
There's no price I would not pay
Yes, to find again the love we've lost,
There's no price I would not pay.