2020

2020 brings an image of perfection,
A group of fine selection,
A mold made by the magazines,
To fit only those in limousines,
2020 brings an image of abuse,
By girls with the steady use,
Of ways to lose the weight,
And ways to dump the plate,
2020 brings and image of the time,
as you hear the clock steadily chime,
How long before you can't survive,
When will you make the dive,
Because in the end,
This is not pretend,
2020 brings an image of perfection,
A group of fine selection,
So many strive to achieve,
Some of which this world will leave,
What can we do now,
There are those that say "How?",
Let me explain,
I'll give it to you plain,
Turn to the person next to you,
Tell them- You're beautiful, It's true,
Inside and out,
I have no doubt,
That all before me,
They need to see,
That every mirror tells a lie,
There is no need for a person to cry,
So turn to the person next to you now,
And repeat the honest truth and the answer t the how,
I want you to know,
I'm not just putting on a show,
You and I and Him and Her,
Of this statement I am sure,
This is what I'm telling you,
You're beautiful, Yeah, It's trure.