Sweet charity chases depthless beauty, The beat of butterfly wings, a storm in Paradise. Ambience wrapped in a seductive moment, An expression of friendship given with a kiss. The life of joy, spills down a cheek I touch, I bow my head and turn from a reflection; Of a life that mirrors chaos, To deliver a longed embrace. A tongue behind broken teeth, Set to speak a thousand words, A pencil clutched between these fingers, Tries to impart, the rapture of a girl. I follow an ideal fired from Cupids bow, Another table to turn for haunted soul. A God glares from a cloud-draped mountain, At a firebrand given to amend gifts lost. Taken by a believer and held to the rhythm The heart does make for eternal life; Delivered to you, by the reflection of me So Paradise answers before it be lost.