We lost the truth that stories told,
we have to print everything in BOLD.
We never accept what we used to be,
beautiful creatures, wild and free.

You always put yourself at last,
you shine like a beautiful, golden blast.
You are an angel that came to earth,
for me, you're more than everything worth.

Beauty is not what everyone says,
beauty is not 'she looks fine, I guess'.
Beauty is what I never knew,
the only thing beautiful, that is you.