The blind lose their ways in misleading haze
Shed a sympathetic tear as the remedy and
The morning dew just like crystal clear

Whenever hope's in vain
The needle in hay
You are standing strong like a never-falling tree
And walking bravely out of despair

With your beautiful soul

The guiding light, that leads us out of fears
The courageous knight, that shapens all our spears
I now realise you've got everything
Of a beautiful soul

We lose our ways
But never our faith.

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Of A Beautiful Soul came from a friend's name Mei-ling – "beautiful" for "mei and "soul" for "ling". A tribute to our mothers. Read the lyric closely and you'll understand, that most of the mother are good in nature. They are the warriors geared up with courage, faith, guidance, sympathy and any good virtues. Treat them kind.