There is a beauty
In waiting and wanting
And never giving up
That heals the soul

The heat of the moment
The wrath of the mind
In expecting the unthinkable
The forbidden truth

The rest is history
Of the art on the wall
For want of the undesirable
The beauty of the mind

There is no turning back
For the pleasures of many
Waiting for a ray of light
In the darkest moment of truth