Can you see her, that woman there?
Standing tall with her head held high?
Lo, can you see the truth of one so fair,
Hidden beneath all her beauty and grace?

Alas, she stands tall to hide her fear,
She only barely keeps her head up,
Her eyes defiantly hiding all of her pain,
Her hands clenched in doubt and anxiety.

Hiding under all of her strength,
She is as delicate and fragile as a flower.
Beneath all her beauty and grace,
She's as sensitive and poised as a bomb.

Lo! Heed this warning I give to thee.
Do not mistake her strength as a facade,
Nor believe her fragile state as weakness.
For that is where her true beauty lies.

Hark! You should not simply judge a book
By its cover, nor by what lies within.
You must look at it all as one,
For only then will you find the beauty hidden within!

~ Wolf

Let me put us in a box
where memories run in loops.

Where, we never had to worry
about what comes next.

Where, forever was now
and now was forever.

Where, we couldn’t care less about tomorrow
because all that mattered was, we were together.

Let me put us in a box,
because, like all things dead,
that's where our love belong.

Like all things dead,
it was once beautiful.

Like all things dead,
it will be remembered.

Let me put us in a box,
so that even when the world goes on,
we know that, once, our love lived.