Beauty Isn't Dead

To say goodbye, to say so long
It's not a choice of right and wrong
It's not a world of ends and starts
But more a circle of which you're apart.

Some can gaze and not be sick
But I could never lern the trick
There's this to say for blood and breath
They give a man a taste for death.

Beauty often fleeting
Its there and suddenly gone
But then it shows it's face again
And theres strenght to carry on

You may not see it now
Or in the weeks ahead
But have no doubt it's out
For beauty isn't dead.