The placid warmth of someone grieving
The awakening of someone leaving
To rest beside the sick
To listen to the coping of the poor
The invisible silence of the body releasing the soul
Tiny bodies empty of hope
Starving beauty expressed in face
Every single bone and how it is placed

But when you think of beauty these never come to mind
It hides so carefully fooling the eye
Beauty hides in everything
But still we remain so blind

Giving curiosity to those who seek its kind
A species so striken with vanity and image
A brain washing force that has no discipline
And so you paint your face for others to see
And lace your body with pearls to hide the inner tragedy
Just as you realize your just as blind as vanity