One gonna hold my memory, another gonna close the door              
One gonna leave me restless, another wanting more

Momma please come and hold me close  
Don't leave me here, turn out the light
You're comfort is what I need most
Just lay with me and wrap me tight

Because somehow the arm you hold me with
Is an impenetrable shield that keeps me safe
For just the presence of you next to me
Scares away all the fear and hate

What is being beautiful?
Is being beautiful about the greatest figure?
Or who has taken the most pictures?

For me,
Being beautiful has less to do with looks,
and more to do with heart.
The way kindness seeps in at the start,
it would transform people to a work of art.
Beautiful isn't in the physical appearance,
It isn't about acne and clearance,
it is the one that you hold dearest,
As though their heart is of solid gold,
so the saying that is quite old,
'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder',
so when models give of a cold shoulder,
Or the way celebrities form boulders,
From the bodies of their fans,
so amongst the waving hands,
I can truly say, not everyone is beautiful...

Beauty doesn't stem from the eyes,
It stems from a beautiful heart,
Beauty doesn't stem from a disguise,
It stems from a kind finish and a kind start.

Walk with me
Follow me now
I can not wait for you
I need to show you everything
I need you to see
That this world is nothing
with out a sense of symmetry
I can not slow down
You can not run
Forever behind me
Missing out on what's to come
a second too late
a minute too soon
the song we sang yesterday
Is now a distant tune