You may be easy on the eyes,
And have pockets full of gold.
But there really is no comparison,
When you're beautiful in the soul.
It's easy to judge the surface,
Closing your heart to those around.
But it's hard to learn to listen,
To love's warm,
soft beating sounds.
The world is full of people,
Who are terrified to be themselves.
Projecting fears onto others,
Projecting a living hell.
We are all beautiful people,
We share a common goal.
When we finally come to see that,
Our true purpose will unfold.