A Beauty Hidden
Her beauty hidden behind a veil of lies,
Her secrets tortured within her.
She lies among the sinfullness,
Of a life that's suppose to please her.
And in the bliss she hath created,
A garden of Eden all her own.
She knows no more then the serpent's song,
Singing to cold angels of stone.
Her secrets tortured within her.
She lies among the sinfullness,
Of a life that's suppose to please her.
And in the bliss she hath created,
A garden of Eden all her own.
She knows no more then the serpent's song,
Singing to cold angels of stone.