the meaning of beautiful

Beautiful… it’s a rare word these days

Now it is meant in different ways

But what does it mean to you?

Not sure… I’ll give you some clues

Covering your face with a mask of makeup

Making sure no one can see you beneath

Worrying what they think of you

When you’re awake and asleep

Trying to impress that one boy

With all your looks and skills

Then only get your heart ripped out

By his hand that you never thought would kill

Are you in the shadow of the friend at your side?

Blocking you out of sight

She got the crowd and is strong and proud

You think “I want that kind of light”

Of course there is a lot more

But I don’t want to be a bore

I want you to ask yourself...

Am I beautiful?

What makes you special?

What makes you kind?

Are you as soft as a petal?

Or as sharp as a rose vine?

Have you broken a heart?

Have you saved a special soul?

For you is it in the past?

Or lingers as the world unfolds?

Maybe it was never meant to be

You and him.. you and her..

And they say I told you so

It blind us from what we truly see

From how much it can really show

But then you say to me

“How would you know?”

I reply to you

“There are many things I know”

My heart has been broken

My heart has been fixed

It won’t be the last time

That it will fall to bits

Do I feel loved?

Why yes I do

The different is with my love

I know that it is true

So who needs love?

And who needs care?

You and me most of all

And everyone out there

So Am I beautiful?

Well I guess so

But what makes me beautiful

Is the people I love and truly know