She's an unappreciated miracle
A Van Gogh hanging on the wall of an empty room
Love songs sung to the brokenhearted
No one sees how she lights the world like sunshine
She turns the deepest pits of hell into heaven
Her cry makes the angels weep
Take out my eyes and see every star that follows her
She walks like she's not moving
Her eyes are why the earth turns
She speaks like the Sirens song
She's the needle in the haystack
The beauty in the eye of the beholder |