Live on beauty
par Jullian Angel
I recall the night when you spoke of giving birth…
We were torn about laying down a soul on earth.
You said you’d be a mother, one day.
The chosen father was read in your tears…
Any eyes will dry, and some great words come untrue.
Now I miss the life I was meant to have with you.
For all you gave, I might dearly pay,
Thinking of when love was read in your tears.
And I just don’t find, if there’s truly one right answer
To all I question why, if a child would’ve been our shelter…
For now I can’t be safe on my own,
I live on the beauty of what was read in your tears…
The beauty of what I read in your tears.
(subtitles for a piece of music that you may hear or not, before and after)