Beauty is in the eye
What do you see?
Do you see my cracks?
Worn down by a life of this masquerade
Decay hiding behind a lovely picture
Do you see beauty as the sun shines upon me?
or my crumbling pillars?
...do you see nothing but ruins?
Something destined to be forgotten in time...
Can one find elegance in the desolation?
My walls may bow, but my foundation stays strong
I have weathered many lifetimes worth of devastation and I refuse to fade