Are there beautiful creatures
Forever trying to reach us?
What can they teach us
About the underworld and its features?
Beauty is in the eye the beholder.
As the world gets colder
And with wisdom I get older
Maybe even a little bolder
Bleak faces made of lead and solder.
Behind the beauty, the lies they told you.
It’s only skin deep. It will not mould you.
I sit and weep, these false types won’t hold you
So don’t believe the crap they told you.
Be yourself before you become the old you.
Don’t let the system fold you.
Beauty don’t last and neither do you.
Just remember it’s your choice what to do.