Will you always find me beautiful?

Will you always find me charming?

Even when I’m not in your arms a’ smiling?

Will you always speak of loneliness?

Even when it has passed you by?

Will you always pass forgiveness up,

As it stares you in the face?

Will you still find yourself unhappy?

Though all you’ve ever strived for was that?

Will you always learn from what you’ve turned,

Soiled and toiled and broken and burned?

All the things you’d thought you’d missed

But really just ignored?

The troubles of this world exist

To see who can win with just this :

The truth, in its form

And the question in turn is

Did you ever not find me beautiful?

Did you ever not find me charming?

And can you fix with truth what ought not to be?

What you miss

In your arms a’ smiling

With you all the while a’ lying?

So look inside, where you hide

And give your heart away