beauty

there’s always something awful

waiting to be read

another thing to carry

around inside your head (ahhhh)

you choose what you believe

you choose what you see

i’d rather know

rather know

where the flowers start to grow

who came home

who found love

who looked up and saw the

sun

you don’t have to tell me

bad things happen too

i know the world can hurt us

i know that much is true

the world is much too big

to fit inside one view

if darkness gets attention

let beauty get it too

somewhere someone’s helping

someone they don’t know

somewhere someone’s planting

something they won’t see

grow