She sees things of beauty in all that she seek
And what's beautiful to her seems ugly to me
What to her is a flower, to me is a weed.
We do seem so different so different indeed
The smile in her face make her more beautiful
A beautiful person
The window of her soul is open to light
And her type of person a pleasant to know
She always seems happy and bubby and bright
For beauty goes with her where-ever she go.
A beautiful person
Of these who are different good things she does say
And for help out others she goes out of her way
She helps out the homeless and those in dire poverty
I do not know of anymore as great as she.
A beautiful person
And sad to think her type are becoming more are for the poor and downtrodden she genuinely does care
To the mood worthy causes her work free time she devoted.
Yet she is not seen as one worthy of note.
A beautiful
And surely her story deserves to be told
Not proud of her beauty and free concert
And people like her one does not often meet...
