PRETTY FACE
It was more than just a pretty face she had
She was the sun in the evening going red
Kindness sort of dwell in her heart
She had a dream to turn the world into art.
She had a kind and caring heart
She was a gift of nature's living art
She was made of steel forged in the hottest fire
Her strength was her faith and that one true desire.
Honesty wasn't just her habit, it was the way of her life
The truth on her tongue sometimes felt sharper than the knife
She had that charm and the beauty of the queen
She was the bright streak of light that only night had seen.
The best thing about her was the goodness in her soul
She was the shadow of a divine goddess standing tall
She didn't let go of her humanity even though her heart bleed
And hid the pain in the pages of a book that no one was supposed to read.
written by Duane Leinan
(C) 2018 Leinan Created Ltd.
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