She doubts who she is. Everyday, she looks in the mirror. Everyday, they call her Ugly. Disaster. Monster. Is she a monster? Her pain makes us cry And so we beg him. "Help her. Please." And he did. He put his wings around her And tell her the truth. She is no monster. She is beautiful. She is a miracle. She is an angel. May she never again doubt who she is For she is all we know. And if she doesn't know who she is How can we?