Can you hear the stepping on twigs?
Can you see the heart of the dark?
Can you smell the scent of vigor lost?
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
blinded to the enlightened
The sting of rot is our perfume
Where god's icy wind will blow
When I smell the roses humanity
When I hear the voice of belief
When I see the light of a sunny day
And when I feel the caress of love
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