The. Eyes of the Beholder

You don't see your beauty, but I can see your golden heart through all your pain.

I can tell you're hurt, but who wouldn't be, with all that baggage you claim?

I can see you, and in my eyes, what I'm looking at, is greatness, in so many ways.

Let me hold your hand and walk through the fire with you.

Let me hold your umbrella when it starts to rain.

I can be your shelter when the winds pick up.

I will be there to carry you, if your legs give up.

It's simple. You're amazing and you need to know it.

So keep giving me your time and I'll show you the world, but through a different set of eyes.