BEAUTIFUL

Jungles sway to the earthy tunes of a nearby ocean

And trees are animate by the nature of locomotion

While adolescent's fragile hearts are broken

On the tracks, 'neath the trains, where the rains

Are hard and the nights durate throughout the pain.

A playboy model wakes up one day, and realizes

That she's finally old, and that her last mag was sold.

A finger ring of gold is her last possession.

Reminiscent of a masculine obsession.

With her bosomy selections.

I hate to break it to her, I hate to break her down,

But now that she's lost the appeal in the evening gown,

She draws from the male audience only a frown.

So decked in shawls and carrying a paper grocers bag

She walks down the street as a hag,

No sign left of her sex appeal, and no duty

To keep her beautiful and loved.

That attention she craved, long gone.

Her beauty truly only skin deep,

As a shallow swimming pool.

I would've been a fool, to chase that girl.

That sterling silver that can't be polished anymore.

So instead I value more, the girl I loved all along,

And it's still suprising how strong I feel,

And how beautiful she is to me,

Because of that inner shining gold she can't conceal.