If beauty is something to behold
Then why do we package it into a safehold
Inside of this package is beauty untold
So i will dive into this package unfold
Then fall in the depth of this beauty like a never ending hole
In which ill find a beautiful heart, and a stunning soul
These, images of what could be, but have been sold
Not many i know have a heart of gold
But many are so bold to have a soul thats cold
Towards the world and all of its woes
And wont see all the worlds beauty as a whole
Thus blinding the thinker, much like a mole
To dig these holes, and throw beauty away i suppose

We shun beauty down the wrong path, the wrong road
I guess this is how it ends up in a a safehold