Pure beauty as the vision
That brings about a change
In the wandering soul of the child
The beating heart of man

Angelic voice that cries out
Like that of a meadow lark
Makes the ancient traveler take a stand
And fall down where you are

Eyes deep as any ocean
Holding back the waves
Collecting all the salty tears
Is the pillow where you lay

All you really care to be
Is loved for who you are
Not who it is they think they need
Mysterious and dark

They plucked you from out of the crowd
Set you on a pedestal
More goddess like than should be aloud
Worshiping what they see yet do not know

The beauty of the moment
The Starlet of the day
Until it is we use her up
Then send her on her way