Beautiful

When everyone is beautiful
will the ugly rejoice?
Will the beautiful admire the ugly
Simply because they have no choice?

When choosing is harder than a or b
When vanity is tucked under

Beautiful Earth,
Valley's so green,
Like a light shining through thee,
River's so blue,
Awe inspiring true.

Many trees scattered throughout,
Many Mountains standing proudly,

Pooring down around me,
I feel the ice cold rain,
Still it can't mask the feeling,
Of this stabbing, blinding, pain.
The sun shines no more,
Fallen forever like the beat of my heart,
Burning like that of the ring you once bore,
Destined for my finger from the start,
Of time, now and nevermore,
And shining just beyond reach of the shore.
My world is masked in endless fog,