What makes her beautiful?

Tearing away her mask, she asks God,
tell me what makes her beautiful ?
after earthquake, volcanoe and atomic bomb that she bear,
yet pink doth glow on her face fair,

a smile crept on his face when he said,
what makes her different, makes her beautiful,
when everyone else await the dark with guns pointed to fight,
she cradles the sun holding it under her arm tight,

gentle and kind she looks at everything wide-eyed,
what makes her care, makes her beautiful,
her hair cascading down with flowers tucked in,
with one flick of her head, a million hearts she'll win,

her eyes with all the love you'll ever need,
what's there inside her, makes her beautiful,
that's what blew me apart,
the universe is a play, she plays loves part,

make me beautiful i asked,
very well he said and a wind of adversity blew,
i went crawling back into the earth,
i heard him say " a new beauty's taken birth"

victims of thought

What the world thinks of you and me,
I've locked those thoughts and thrown away the key,
I'm past their glaring and staring,
Honestly i'm beyond caring,

No longer do my ears twitch to hear what they have to say,
I can tell between black and white, and know I'm going the right way,
bickering and scandals invisible to me,
though through their intentions i can see,

The chains that bound me to the ground,
I've broken free, I can hear freedom's sound,
my head high, though feet on the earth,
within i can feel a familiar stranger's taken birth,

The pain and tears of my heart will heal,
But i wont give into temptations, my lips are sealed,
through their words with a thousand knives they stab till death,
Yet i'll fight till every last breath,

And when you fall victim to their thoughts,
entagled and in their minds caught,
I'll put forward my hand for you to hold,
with midas's hand we'll transform the world with a touch of gold.