With thousand words to express,
A million dreams to hope in depress,
With legion starlights to make a wish just to impress,
And with kisses under the mistletoe that caress.
With the encountered nightmares,
With your spoken word that smears,
There's beauty in everything that pairs,
Yet you see pain in your beautiful hairs.
The world could change our hearts,
Sorrow might beget joy even in our plight,
Beauty may sharpen our pain so tight,
But all adds to who we are aright
Scars may define our beauty,
Beauty may restructure our cruelty,
Hope may appear in the field of disparity,
With courage there's fear in adversity,
But SCARS and BEAUTY could be our true identity..
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)