There will come a day; When beauty shall look you in the eye Innocent, Shivering...

There will come a day;

When beauty shall look you in the eye

Innocent,

Shivering with an unknown fear

Helpless, handicapped

Searching for a cave in your voice to hide itself

Shield itself;

Gasping for a blanket of warmth in your back pocket

Funny enough

You’ll be helpless too

You’ll have trouble sleeping

Because beauty will lay beside you

And that day you learn

That nothing beautiful is yours only

Yours alone to keep, and if you ever did

Then you should be called lucky