There is a certain peace
Born from tragedy
And strife
That comes to you
Bringing with it
A healing balm
For wounds of the heart.

And this peace
Though it will always come,
There will be a price as well.
Be it madness,
Forgetting
Or even just a thought,

Because peace,
Though wonderful to hold,
Cannot be bought or sold
A price you will pay
But not one of gold.

Peace will come
Only to those who will
Gladly give up all
Just to sleep at night.
Those are the people who pay the price
Those are the ones who get the peace.