"...But beauty's waste hath in the world an end..."
William Shakespeare
The glance you have will never suit your eye,
It makes your beauty older day-by-day.
And when youth leaves you, you will have to try
To find new ways to make your beauty stay.
Now you feel gorgeous looking from above
And choosing partners like a pair of shoes.
But with no vital look you're gonna start
To starve from lack of love which now you tend to loose.
The way the time turns castles into sand,
The way the lands get covered by the sea,
Your brilliance goes away. And will you stand
The loss of what was always meant to be?
Cut off your selfishness and open up your heart
And let the fools-of-love have the last chance to start.