The wheel of life keeps turning around

Always revealing, never concealing

What waits for us all to be found

When we face the truth, God be willing

There it is just beyond that veil

Striking true, clear as a ringing bell

The night shades us all from the light

With more ways than one way to make things right

Like belladonna, there is poison in your beauty

And a feeling like a greater truth that eludes me

It is she who may not ever be turned aside

Perhaps, the last measure for one with fallen pride

All he asked for was just a little love and kindness

As she wears his tears from pain bleeding into final blindness