What Lies Beneath
You think I'm scarred and marred?
Who are you to judge?
Some say beauty is only skin deep,
but I am so much more.
I tell you I am the sunrise
that wakes up each and every day.
I am the sound of birds chirping
in the early morning haze.
I am the cotton clouds
that blow across the sky
spreading peace around the world
one person at a time.
I say you must look much deeper
if true beauty is what you seek.
This body is just a shell
for the soul that lies beneath.
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