What Is Beauty

Can you hear the stepping on twigs?

Can you see the heart of the dark?

Can you smell the scent of vigor lost?

Can you feel the gust of cold?

I can show you what beauty is

But needed is a heart of trust

We ignite the spark of sound

And seem blinded to the enlightened

The sting of rot is our perfume

Where god's icy wind will blow

When I smell the roses humanity smells

When I hear the voice of belief

When I see the light of a sunny day

And when I feel the caress of love

Remind me what ugliness is

I cannot seem to recall

Charmed by the smell of the roses

Feinted by the voice of belief

Deceived by the light of a sunny day

And lured by the caress of love