Sunday, July 24, 2005


Beautiful
by Creed

She wears a coat of color

Loved by some,

feared by others

She’s immortalized in young men’s eyes

Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers

Violent sons make bitter mothers

So close your eyes, heres your surprise

Beautiful is empty

Beautiful is free

Beautiful loves no one

Beautiful stripped me

In your mind she’s your companion

Vile instincts often candid

Your regret is all thats left

She told me where I’m going

And its far away from home

I think I’ll go there on my own

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