Friday, December 17, 2010

Beauty.



take my hand
be my guide
for your face
please dont hide

in this world
full of hate
i stand at the pass
the front of the gate

open the door
open my eyes
release you song
open your skies

pour down all your grace
let it rain your power
this is your time
i gaze from your tower

beauty is not what i seek
but beauty is what i found
from small flower to birds song
beauty has been all around

from this moment on
i will not turn
but open my heart
for what you yearn.

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