I stand here and wait
while the leaves are still dancing
When will the wind blow?

I see it as clear as glass
seeing myself crack at last.
Making me think, what if I died?
With not one **** tear in anyone's eyes.
Tho it wouldn't really be much of a surprise
because, in reality, who am I?
*Nobody...

Once the day comes when I show
will be the same day where we grow
because, of never letting go.

Magic escapes fast
Save the moments that can last
To always look back

What's unknown is lost
Unless you're tending to seek
True reality

Look back to the days
to make it all go away,
and I wanna hear you say
it's all gonna be okay.

Beauty is the perception of the mind.
It's not always what you see on the outside
but, instead it's what you don't see as they pass by.
That's what makes them truly beautiful and rare.