THE SECRET ART


It was the scariest…piece of beauty
It was a symphony singing to me in the rain
It was a glass guardian telling me to start blooming
It was the scariest…piece of beauty
It was telling me what I could become
It was telling me what I could reveal
It was the scariest…piece of beauty
It was a symphony singing to me in the rain

It was the scariest…piece of art
It was a Hell to fight and conquer
It was a war that had to be appreciated
It was the scariest…piece of art
It was an on-going visual without the need for approval
It was a call emerging from dead gardens with Whimsical figures
It was the scariest…piece of art
It was a Hell to fight and conquer

It was the scariest…magical spell
It was the secret art of the magic inside me
It was the boldest help of the not quite dead flowers’ Spirits
It was the scariest…magical spell
It was the rough excitement in the midst of something soft
It was the modern-day beauty & the beast mix
It was the scariest…magical spell
It was the secret art of the magic inside me

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