if i were to ask you what was special about that girl who sits alone in the school cafeteria,
you'd probably say nothing,
and i'd laugh and tell you i felt sorry for you because you're missing out on so much.

i'd tell you that she can play the ukulele in the cutest way,
and that when she first wakes up in the morning she has this sleepy look about her that gives you butterflies.
i'd tell you about when she bought me ice cream because i dropped mine,
and how when even when she's sad she still puts other people before herself.
i'd tell you that she sometimes volunteers at the local care home and sings songs about autumn days and dashing young men to make the old ladies smile,
and once she saved a cat from a tree branch only to have it scratch her face to bits but she still laughed.

i'd tell you about every thing that makes her beautiful and interesting and special,
and maybe you'd start to see that beauty is written on the pages of the book,
not the cover.