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Vanity, Beauty, and Love
Vanity was her name...
so nice and kind,
but Beauty was the queen
that stole my mind,
Offering me paradise in a surreal dream
While Vanity took my sight in the misty steam
(There's nothing like planting the
roses of sweet hope in the barren garden...
The ground soften that had harden,
because he sees paradise in his grasp...
Time is meaningless now, and time so pass)
Though I've rode a thousand winged horses
to her supposed heavenly realm
The fragrance of her sweet garden was found
forsaken...broken...comdemned
So I appeal to thee O Love
but where are you?
Put strong wings on my back...
Play the music of sweet angels in my heart
so I won't lack
the precious and the pure
And shield me from the fangs of fear
I long the songs you play in the night...
A beacon in the fog to rescue my sight
copyrights 2007
Robert Anthony James
so nice and kind,
but Beauty was the queen
that stole my mind,
Offering me paradise in a surreal dream
While Vanity took my sight in the misty steam
(There's nothing like planting the
roses of sweet hope in the barren garden...
The ground soften that had harden,
because he sees paradise in his grasp...
Time is meaningless now, and time so pass)
Though I've rode a thousand winged horses
to her supposed heavenly realm
The fragrance of her sweet garden was found
forsaken...broken...comdemned
So I appeal to thee O Love
but where are you?
Put strong wings on my back...
Play the music of sweet angels in my heart
so I won't lack
the precious and the pure
And shield me from the fangs of fear
I long the songs you play in the night...
A beacon in the fog to rescue my sight
copyrights 2007
Robert Anthony James
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Vanity, Beauty, and Love
Vanity, Beauty, and Love