Charmed, I'm Sure.

I suppose you could say you looked beautiful,
All coloured in light and music,
But I would ask if it is all justified?
You know, to behold what, ages ago, would have been worshiped.
To try my best to grasp at it all
But to eventually only be grasping at straws.

That cottage burns, at the moment.
Inside it lies those children brought up by lies,
They won't die burning, they've chocked by now, I'm sure.
Unfortunate, yes, but then it wouldn't be sacrifice, would it?
I'm not saying I like it, or wanted it
But what is needed is rarely any of those.

You're right, though, it was all very 'coincidental'
Me being there when it seemed a shadow called, not I,
Cheering on to do another and lead another line.
We all sang together, silently of course, as you were distracted
And even when you weren't there. But we were.
I suppose you could say I looked for you, beautiful or not.