Beauty


Do you ever wonder why people stop and look
Do you ever wonder why I have a face,
Do you ever in your heart feel beautiful
That feeling raises your ears,
Beauty is something we all see when walking
Past a person, looking in the mirror,
Or even a cute little puppy and its beauty
Beauty is not something to walk away from
It's not that stuff you put on your face,
Beauty is there until eternity
Beauty is as you look upon your face,
As you feel blessed and free and full of beauty.
Beauty is not something to escape, it is to embrace.
Beauty, beauty is what I see.

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