Why can't she get it?
Doesn't she deserve it?
What's wrong with her?

How many tears must be shed?
How much blood must be drawn?
How much longer must she drown in this sorrow?

When will she get that pure unfiltered happiness?

What's keeping her from this happiness?
Is it her past that's constantly haunting her?
Is it the fear of being loved?
Or is it the feeling of being vulnerable?

She knows the answer but yet she's afraid of the truth.

He's beautiful you know.
His crooked smile.
His shaggy beard.
His gentle hands.
He's beautiful you know.
The way he holds me afterwards.
The way he listens to me.
The way he looks into my soul.
He's beautiful you know.
I wish he were mine.
I wish I could keep him.
I wish I could be his.
Am I beautiful for him?

I am stuck down by words of hate,
I am beaten with ignorance,
I am scared as i wonder down these roads;
I am aimlessly looks for my love.
I am sad to say i have not found them yet,
I am hopeful though...
I am hopeful that they are out there; wondering down theses same roads that i am, aimlessly looking for me.
I am sure i will find them one day
I am sure of that.
I just hope i find them soon, cause it is hard to breath out here.