It is your beauty
It is your prepossessing shades
It is your voice...
That brings meaning to a meaningless existence.
The cool breeze whispers my name,
"What is it that you see in me?
You've traveled this aimless odyssey for far too long."
Pointless continued efforts.
I have been served the quietus to my journey.
It is your beauty
It is your prepossessing shades
It is your voice...
That brings meaning to a meaningless existence.
But it your beauty
It is your prepossessing shades
It is your voice that gives meaning to my meaningless life