She’s beautiful, but she doesn’t see it.
She gives the world a smile and the sun shines
But in the mirror she is grave and defeated.
She’s beautiful, and the world knows.
She walks into a room and Father Time slows,
The whole world turns just to see her.
She’s beautiful, even when she cries.
All the pain inside amplifies her beauty
As I watch the crystal tears dance down her eyes.
She’s beautiful, especially when she smiles.
The light inside briefly bursting through,
In that moment all seems perfect and true.
She’s beautiful, e’ery time I look into her eyes.
Beautiful because I see e’ery heartache and sorrow.
Beautiful through every broken dream and all the lies.
She’s beautiful when she sleeps,
The faeries flitter near her
And for her sorrow every angel weeps.
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