Delicate soul of perfumed silk battered off the cold rocks in the ocean of trials.
Desperate calls of mercy as the wind howls calls of warning, against shallow hearts and smiles.
Rain of wisdom and dust of honor that keep the soul alive,
Mind of thoughts and feelings locked in with faith that hope will soon arrive.
Heart so tender, eyes so red, blood that pumps in pain,
Watch the future unfold, a sad story told, man who lived in vain.
Delicate soul of perfumed silk aim high in peace and ease,
Rise up from your anguish; rise up from your knees.
Regret will bring you nowhere but never let it leave you.
Hold the past in the palm of your hand, out of your heart where it can hurt you.