• Will she ever listen to what I say?
    My thoughts could never run astray.
    To me she is true beauty, sweet, pure, untainted.
    She is unstained by the dreadful
    yet she is blinded with deceit
    All these false accusations of what she should and should not be
    Will she ever see her true beauty?
    Something so sweet to one’s eyes
    When she’s in the room their thoughts run a rye
    Will she ever see
    what she can be
    Will she ever know
    She is fair as snow
    She is deceived by the wicked
    Tricked by the foolish
    Will she ever know
    she is fair as snow
    Will she ever see her true beauty ?