And how beautiful that smile is,
Behind which lies a thousand tears
It veils broken pieces,
Piled up through a thousand years
But the reason it holds beauty,
Is not because it shows no pain,
But because through it's light,
I see the storm and the rain
There's beauty in your little tear,
And beauty in your broken heart,
There's beauty in your imperfections,
Your cracked mosaic is still pure art
Your shattered bits are what make you human,
Your emotions are what make you real,
So care not of this stone world,
And hide not all that you feel.
