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 Belie

Deceived By The Light Of A Sunny Day

And Lured By The Caress Of Love