The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.

What do I do now
that I've tasted real happiness?
What do I do
now that it's gone?

I can't  control myself
I will never feel this love
for someone else

What do I do now
that I taste real sadness?
what do I do
now that you are gone?

A life conducted in these four walls.
It grows so hesitant
And blooms brave.
It rages
And screams
And throws my favourite things.
Then it dies
And I am alone again.