Perhaps beauty is not a thing
Perhaps it is a place
That resides elsewhere
Beyond the fair one's face

Perhaps a hint of kindness
Behind a secret smile
Perhaps a certain stranger
That stops and chats awhile

Perhaps a fragrant flower
That dances in the breeze
Or maybe the whisper
Of the wind through the trees

Maybe its that person
that simply says "I care"
Or it could be your lover
with the dark and shiny hair

It could be the person crying
With tears cascading down their face
Nothing left to live for
Until they find their saving grace

Many things are beautiful
you just have to stop and see
like stopping and reading this poem
Now, that is true beauty.

What's wrong boy?

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(She gone)

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Streets

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Mothers and the Child

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Gone

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Wind

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Blowin Rain

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Ain't mean nothin at all

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Truth/illusion?

Who invented this game?

I ain't playin no more

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(Maybe)

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Where the train goin?

The end a de line?

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Nobody sayin

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It's time

To go my own way

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Come on

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What's wrong boy!

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I know

SHE GONE

Take it easy  

Lets go find her

Yeah but den if  der  ain't no god.......?

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Yeah but den if der IS.........?

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Movin

Makin it GOOD!

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All de pageantry

(All dis ****!)

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Movin

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Call yer shot boy

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God?


Maybe yes
Maybe no

Either way

Here you are

You're at the bottom of this bottle
I think I'll find you when it's empty
And if you're not there hiding
I'll toss back another and another
Until you're sitting down there for me, waiting