Hidden Beauty

Oh, yeah. They only see the surface, never the depth. Oh, yeah. To them, be they judged by the Weak light of their reasons. But beneath the scars, beneath the heavy silences, There is a hidden beauty that survives every day. Hidden beauty in the tears we wipe away alone. In secret battles and sleepless nights, They speak loudly, but ignore the strength of the Heart. I have seen roses bloom in the midst Of pain. Hidden beauty in the souls we set Aside. In the stifled dreams we never dared. God shapes gold where the world sees dust. He polishes wounds to turn them into light. I was told change meant fit into the scenery, But I stayed true, even broken, even strong. For what I carry inside doesn't seek attention. The purest beauty learns to live in the Dark. Hidden beauty, invisible to hurried Eyes, but obvious to those who know how to Love. When everything collapses, faith holds my hand. I understand that my worth comes from Above, not from tomorrow