What Is Beauty کے بول

Can you hear the stepping on twigs? Can you see the heart of the dark? Can you smell the scent of vigor lost? Can you feel the gust of cold? I can show you what beauty is But needed is a heart of trust We ignite the spark of sound And seem blinded to the enlightened The sting of rot is our perfume Where god's icy wind will blow When I smell the roses humanity smells When I hear the voice of belief When I see the light of a sunny day And when I feel the caress of love Remind me what ugliness is I cannot seem to recall Charmed by the smell of the roses Feinted by the voice of belief Deceived by the light of a sunny day And lured by the caress of love