silence is golden
When the feather falls from grace
Another Ingredient in the Cauldron
More pain upon the face
Boiling fluids of molten lava
Swirl in the pot
Memories of an aged old father
A time best forgot
No cure for ones insanity
So herbal remedies will do
To love a look is vanity
But beauty can be seen through
So why do i make a potion
When its not for me?
I don't need no magic lotion
To secure my destiny.