Pretty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is in the soul. You can’t see it, but you know it when you feel it.

Maybe you’re young without youth, or maybe you’re old without knowing anything true; I think you’re young without youth.

Should i be feeling guilty, or let the judges frown? …
I am a dreamer, and when i wake, you can break my spirit; it’s my dreams you take..
… Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine, in mine when I’m asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time when I’m kneeling at your feet…