Beautiful

It seems like every song writer out there now either has a song titled "beautiful" or "hallelujah". This song was written for a boy, actually. I met him in the hospital. When I sang it for him, he requested that I make the persona female. I guess we're not quite ready for gender bending when it comes to emotional issues and body image. But hey, I'm pale, and with my bug-eyes I can look scared. So while this song isn't really about me, I'm vain enough to own it.



I see when I'm looking in the mirror
The reflection of a girl I know
She's looking kinda scared and
She's looking kinda pale
She sees me but she's all alone
She takes a step outside her head
Sees what's out there
Sees if instead
Things are simpler
Answers clearer
If voices make sense
Out there.

If I could just reach out
Touch her face
Wipe the tears that fall gently
Caress that furrowed brow
Wipe her mind clean

If I could see how you see me
Would I find me beautiful?
If I could hear, crystal clear
Would you call me beautiful?