Does a smile cease to be lovely
or does the heart become bitter and cold

Once I thought the world in it's beauty
would give me a strong hand to hold

Is my face so weathered by all the storms
are my eyes no longer bright

The world in it's cruelty & malice
stole my beauty on a dark stormy night

Where once my joy turned to laughter
now tears turn to furious sobs

I weep on the floor not controlling
the unsightly emotional mobs

Chronology is determined in numbers
and numbers they're always kind

It's the letters in every language
that say my dream I will never find

Too stubborn to give up on my searching
even if beauty I've already spent

The world will give me my true love
because this is why I was sent