A hundred years has passed your eyes,
And sleeping one,
You are still ugly and alone,
Time has not been kind to you,
For you still bear the scars of yester year,
Your face of chiselled ugly,
Still not received the kiss of life,
Yet now life does not appeal,
Grown to the half life of immortal,
Slumbering with your nightmares,
Crying with your undying tears,
The demons dance round your bleeding heart,
And laugh at your blinded vision,
Sleeping ugly you doubt you will ever see the sun,
For never have you heard horse of valiant knight,
Come riding forth to save you,
Ugly you were meant to be alone,
In a world of porcelain model and chiselled beauty,
You never stood chance of life,
This was the life for you,
And this is the way its meant to be,
Oh sleeping one, sleep on,
Sleep on, Sleep forever more.
