The Ageless, Unrefined

And every night she sits alone
The flickering candles whisper she's home
the gentle music softens her brow
and slowly she paints,
shyly, slowly she smiles
silver highlights in her hair and her hot pink fingernails.

nothing like her, yet no one sees
beauty at eighty is on its knees
oh there's nothing like her, yet no one sees
how pink is her promise,
her calm in the seas.

And every stroke she tenderly paints
The oils soft glimmer in candlelight tones
the ticking clock is silenced somehow
and slowly she listens,
softly, slowly she smiles
silver highlights in her hair and her hot pink fingernails.