The beauty is in the ugly,
And money is only sin;
When the ugly becomes the beauty,
The beauty begins to win.
As so it is this life of ours,
There's times of mortal hours;
That w hen life becomes eternal,
The meaning is in the flowers.
So you may say well let it be,
For in life it is best left to me;
That when the time of death has come,
The flower has shattered but the stone.
And life it is and life it be,
From eternity until now we;
For when in death infinity,
The answer is to know what tree.
For goodness was and goodness is,
And kindness will be what's his;
That when in life death beats us all,
It is the love of God on your call.
So life it is but a vision,
Of splendour grand and tall;
As when life became eternal life,
He returned to earth this ball.
Signed,
As small as a bud
| < Prev | Next > |
|---|