She sits outside
And cries her tears
Wondering when her
Angel will appear
And when it would 
If it could please 
Take away her sadness and misery
After hours and hours
Her angel had finally come
He said " oh my dearest 
Why are you trying to?" 
She said to her angel
"I am not beautiful,
They all call me dull and ugly" 
He said "don't you listen to them
They don't know beauty rests under mayhem
They all can't quite see 
What's under contsruction
That beauty rests under most present
Only after destruction