Scars upon her face, she often hides from the mirrors, often
feeling disgrace, she runs to her favorite hiding place.
She's been called bad names by people using
her feelings to play games, she crys in secret,
No one knows that she weakend by this treatment.
She wants to be loved for who she is, not from the scars
thats visible on the outside, No one trys to get to know her
from the inside.
She's a mighty ship that's sinking...
She's a star that's falling down....
She believes her scars are not a blessing,
She finds it hard to hold herself up now...
She's been praying...waiting for her life to
turn around.
She crys and crys, sometimes locking the tears away,
her life in her hands, the people she loved the most placed
her feelings on display.
I'm here to tell this gentel soul, I see what your doing
and what your going through,
the truth is that your beautiful,
dont worry about what's on the outside,
people can be naive as usual,
they can't see whats on the inside.
I'm amazed by your strenght,
I'm grateful you can mange to pull through,
I want to take the time to stop a moment and show
you my gratitude.
No matter what you go through in life, always remember
your beautiful, no matter what other people think of you,
always remember your beautiful and who ever can't see
that dont deserve to know the real you.