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