A Different Kind of Beautiful
The sky shows signs of emeralds
As you walk down an empty road
You see signs of life around you
But none of which you know.
Just a traveler on your journey
And you rarely make a sound
But they notice that your different
As they drive you out of town
So you dress in black,
With your head held low.
But this is not your funereal.
Your different.
A different kind of beautiful.
Trying to find your footing.
As you continue you on your way
But the words echo in the silence
Pushing peace away.
So you dress in black
With your head held low
But this is not your funeral.
Your different.
A different kind of beautiful.
They never understand.
And they never will.
Your different.
A different kind of beautiful.
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