(PART II)
Beauty is where the heart is
It is a person’s missing piece
What is beautiful is invisible to the eye
Sometimes we are blind and tell a lie
The best display is the hidden treasure
Like a precious jewel beyond measure
Sometimes, beauty becomes no great shake
It has a strong power to make or break
Beauty can be found in the face we always see
But sometimes we cannot see woods for the tree
The promise of beauty is to give us a high esteem
And deliver us a soul so pure and clean
Turning Point 