A smile that captures all attention A voice that calms all pretension A life that frees all around A soul that has no ground Why disturb perfection
But in herself she hides her smile Speaks with beauty crippling style Sees her life as wasted time As she types away another line Of preset truths of others
But when six chimes thirty Her life so controlled, so dirty Is thrown into the trash It’s only for the cash And true life is not in such
And through her gilded door Freedom comes forever more Or at least till 8 comes round When freedom is tightly round And repetition destroys the heart
In 6 to 8 her life is true A life free of show and shoes A life not bought from submersion A life free of societies perversion And none can see the hidden truth
But on days when closure’s lost And truth slips through her lightly woven cloth Her beauty like a blazing sun Is revealed for selected ones And her heart is mirrored back
And in this truth with friend’s She sees herself again And she knows she need not blaze But only glow in the worlds dark haze Her beauty is her own to share with those for whom she cares
Her job need not view Her beauty shining true And her friend’s don’t see All that she could be Because what she shows is more than true friendship needs
