she says she ain't pretty in that southern voice of hers
and yet i still feel like her kindness alone makes her so very beautiful;
she doesn't see what i see when she looks at herself
and somehow she sees things in me that i never could -
maybe we are the same, me and her, i don't know
but what i am certain of is this: she doesn't see her own value.
money could buy a thinner waist but never pay for a heart like hers
and that is what's important, in the end, in a world like ours.
maybe if we all start to understand this,
the world won't automatically become a better place -
but i think it's a good place to start.