I wonder where one’s true beauty is found.
The press tells me it lives on my body;
The Bible tells me it lives inside me.
My mind tells me I have no true beauty;
My dreams tell me it’s locked in a tower.
Its hard to beleive the Bible sometimes.
All around me people say different things.
Everything seems so hypocritical,
It leaves me questioning one’s true beauty.
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