Real Beauty Blooms Within:

I'm a wildflower growing in a field
That's overgrown with lots of weeds,
I'm both untidy and unkempt
Because of my bad and sinful deeds.

For I soak up all the warm sunshine
And I drink up all the falling rain,
Even though all of my selfish actions
Will cause many others hurt and pain.

I'm always thinking about myself
Not my neighbors around the way,
Because as far as I'm concerned
They could either move or wilt away.

I've never been a people person
Cause they'll walk all over me,
Leaving me a flat and trampled mess
Crushing my hopes and self-esteem.

Because I'm just a blooming flower
And my good looks is all that matters,
So who really cares if my attitude
Is both rough and alittle battered.

For one day in the nearest future
I'll create such a great centerpiece,
And I'll live out my fondest dreams
In complete harmony and in peace.

But until that day finally gets here
Nothing around me is my concern,
So to keep up my total attraction
I could careless if I burden anyone.

One by one all of the pretty flowers
Are being collected from the field,
Not only for their sheer beauty
But for also their charming appeal.

The grand centerpiece is in order
For all of the invited guest to see,
Such a lovely and beautiful display
That none of them has never seen.

In that now barren and empty field
Still sits that lonely little wildflower,
For it was camouflaged with weeds
From all that sunshine and them showers.

For true beauty blooms from within
And outer beauty can be overlooked,
Cause kindness and alittle respect
Is more attractive than good looks.