A Soul Can Be Felt, but Not Yet Seen; Unless You Do One Special Thing.
Look Deep Into The Eyes Of A Friend; There You Will Find Where All Has Been.
For Within An Eye You Can See So Deep; Their Very Souls As At Peace Retreat.
Their Pains, Their Hearts, Their Morning Woes; All Can Slowly Be Brought To Close.
A Release Of Truths So Bitter Hid; That None Dare Look Until Time Said.
So There You Would Find The Heart Of Your Friend; To Whom There Could Never Be An End.
To There Precious Soul Of Untold Treasures Held; The Caring Wealth Of Beauty's Spirit Felled.
So Then No Fear Of Death Would Bend; As Butterflies Appear So Near The End.
As Souls Do Wait For God To Take; Each Butterfly Descends Unto Defend.
A Trip Thus Beauties, Wings Spun From Lace; Unto The Heavens The Souls Be Raced.
Can You Not See Them Fluttering By; Taking The Souls Unto The Sky's.
Within Beauties Lightened Hearts; Such Flight To Skyward Mission Starts.
Unto The Heaven's They Would Ascend; To Bring Those Souls To Better End.
I Have Seen Your Soul, and I Do Know; That Within Your Heart All Is Told.