Life has made you rough.
Life has made you tough,
and I can see it in your eyes, that you have had enough.
But your beauty shines the brightest through your pain…
Someone else’s loss, becomes another’s gain.
Under your eyes are lined the pillows of your fight,
You call them bags……
I call them strength and might.
The lines in your face paint the road map of your life….
I’d like to walk with you through your solitude and strife.
Your hardships do not scare me.
I will not just walk away…
When terrors come rolling in,
I am a soul who is planted…who will stay.
So the next time you hesitantly glance in the mirror, crack a smile that is hopeful…
Because you know that someone in this world knows…that you are beautiful.