Lady in Hiding
Lady in Hiding
Her days up ahead are withering down
Like a deep crimson rose on its turning brown
Futures prolonged by past revivals
Turning time and beauty into heated rivals
She counts the days by anxious numbers
Nights too scattered by rolling thunders
Her smiles mixed with bitter spices
Hidden from view with frail suffices
Lady in hiding, you are so beautiful
As rainbows move to a vivid spectacle
Your beauty appears when storms wear down
Self-admiration is a new day to be found
Someone is there to see your true delight
The blind only see what surface is on bright
Cast your masqueradings deep into the abyss
And seal them with a long departing kiss
Lady in hiding, you are so very beautiful
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