The Fabled Beauty of Sophia

She left me in her room still shaking, I couldn't speak at all
An orphan to the world, a dying leaf in the fall
Buried in a garden, but no flower'd grow again
This world had reared its ugliness, its corrosion and its pain

There's beauty in this life still
Yet some glory, she would say
You can find it even though all of
The heroes left today
There's beauty in this life still
Yet some glory, she'd contend
Even after all the ones you love
Become your dear departed friends

This place feels black and hollow and their hands feel harsh and cold
Decaying in the twilight of a world that's growing old
With children weeping softly and widows left to cry
When the evils of our fathers are nothing like the sins of you and I

There's beauty in this life still
Yet some glory, I need to believe
Able to be found even when
The heroes have to leave
There's beauty in this life still
Yet some glory, I'll depend
Even after all the ones you love
Become your dear departed friends

Dark funnels laugh with Armageddon's breath around me
A cyclone roars, no light ever shines through
You took my wings to go ahead and soar above me
To leave me flightless in a field, and mired in these memories of you

A world with no comparison, a world with nothing left
A world so unfamiliar, a world that was bereft
A world that does not have her, but then still I hear her say
It was you that I have died for so you'd know to live another day
Because there's motive yet to love
And there's basis to be strong
Because there's beauty in this life still
And there's reason to live on...

So sayeth The Brad...