Beauty through Blind Eyes

Have you ever tried listening to lifes beauty

examining what love feels like

what about the sound of yellow crickets at night 

The temple of the waves 

or the pound of a heart beat 

Ever heard a lost whistle in the suns heat

I see without my eyes,

I have them they just tell lies 

It's not what you see

Things are just never what they appear to be

I HEAR what really defines true beauty 

If reality is seen with our eyes

how does one identify when the soul dies

The sound of beauty is what you want it to be

Constantly letting media tools diminsh what is real beauty

Where does this idea orginate from

when did the image of beauty disintergrate from..whats within

To an image thats a frawd to the eyes

Raw beauty is a shock to these guys

make up acting as another form of lies

sometimes i'm happy I dont have a pair of brown eyes

You see my image of beauty is more sincere,

Its mine,Ive molded it throughout these years

Just using what i hear I've defined true beauty

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