Beholder

Beholder… Beauty is in the eye of the beholder How many times we have heard it so But as the sadness drains the warmth and I grow colder I turn right, then left, but have nowhere that I can go… So once again I retreat within, within the shadow of the night where I am not seen… Beauty is in the eye of the beholder How many times has the cliche proven true And as confidence fades away, the days pass as I grow older Looking ahead I now see what I need to do… Incapable, I cannot escape the fear of the failures in my life… So I retreat within, within the shadow of the night, Where I cannot be seen…. …I close my eyes to digest all that I have seen I filter through the mire so the picture is crystal clean, I try to spell it out in rhyme, in the hopes someone will see And put an end to this eternal misery…. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder Isn’t that the way the story is supposed to go But as light gives way to darkness, and the night is growing colder I see in my own heart what it is that I have to show…. That the beauty is in the eye… The eye of the beholder.