Beauty is not found in the people who own the most
Or in the ones who spend the longest time on their appearance

No

Beauty is found in the child huddled in the corner
Who through tears says one day I’ll be free

Beauty is found in the girl who holds her head high
Not letting anyone or anything phase her

Beauty is found in the child smiling to please
But screaming inside

Beauty is found in the girl saying goodnight
Then running away

Beauty is not found in the people who own the most
Or in the ones who spend the longest time on their appearance

Beauty is found in the child who cares more about others than themselves