Pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty
That word is thrown around
Thrown at trash and treasure alike
But know this!
Just listen to the words coming from my lips
Pretty is not the skinniest, not another word for vain
Pretty is not skin deep, rather runs through the veins
That little girl with cancer, her eyes filled with tears
She is prettier than any model, they can’t get near
Her beauty, so bright, shines from within
What does it matter, the color of her skin?
How about that boy, who every day must fight
Not to end it all himself, not to surrender to the knife
Faded scars on his wrists are beautiful to me
Old hardships he’s conquered with strength not to flee
Don’t judge them on status, not on looks not on cash
These people are worth so much more than that
They are pretty from within, but pretty all the same!
These innocent people are not part of your game
Do not look down at them, these children should get respect
For while bodily beauty withers theirs won’t show defect
That soldier turned old is still a soldier within
His leg may be gone but his fighting side will win
Win out the battle, no matter the costs
But not for himself, so we, you don’t feel the loss
So don’t judge them on what’s outside, judge them on their soul
Because that is what matters, no less and no more