More than the eye can see.

I mask the facts and play along, no man really knows how long

How peculiar, this intuition of one's demise; ignoring this fact gives me life

The sun is smiling, shines light to her hidden beauty;

The wind speaks, whispers to some and sighs to others.

One that says life is simple is numb to the chills of winters touch.

Life is amazing, she creates new meaning with such simplex beauty,

of which a simple mind cannot percieve.

She is misunderstood; Illiteracy is the cause of her hatred,

to appreciate life we must read between the lines.

To look into the such an amazing being can give blindness to one's eye

But, still he brings light to her complex beauty and our lies,

If only the whole world could feel how awesome it is to be alive