False Beauty

And still she was sad
leading astray, the
memories of a stolen love.
At the break of day,
she sought to find
the remains of a broken heart
For it was then that sorrow's
blessing came to play.
And down by the creek came
a wailing from her voice, now,
picked a-part.
Tear drops in a ray, hitting
her cheeks, to dwindle away.
And now she says, "I'm not beauty
I'm not beauty for even the beast
cursed my way,"
But a low voice by the bay came
to start it's unseen display, saying
in a chant, "tu es beau mon amour,
tu es beau"

Inhailing yet another wail she wipes
her tears and said in reply, "If beauty
is from the heart, then the world stays
blind forever as beauty in our eyes is
le visage as the heart is truly the loser."
And she set apart to begin again her
swaying cry, calling les angelus to steal
a show and impart the mal display on her visage.
But the spirits were to blame as les angelus
stayed away. So, rising on a water drop came
the say in a chant, bellowing, "tu es beau mon
amour, tu es beau"

With sudden sway, she picked a spot to hear but
a silent whisper, thinking the bay sleeps its waters.
And then she moves to her stage to keep up her
weeping array, saying " I have no beauty and love
keeps away, now I have no heart as love no longer
comes to stay"
But a nascent wind touched a tree as they sang their windy
ride away, saying in pleading surlay, "tu es beau mon amour,
tu es beau."

But she no longer hears, for a foul hollow
now comes her way with hands reaching for hers.
And she now lifts herself as her eyes gave a stale display
of a cold visage now lost in a farlow dream.
And she, no longer sad, walked to the end of the creek as
a new life awoke the bay's display, calling the waters to
celebrate, for far above was the creek with her astand.
But then a windstorm came
to force away the reaching
hands, saying, "mais tu es
beau mon amour, tu es beau."

And now its too late, as a
silent leap stole her to the
devil for a new beginning.