She looks around at nature so beautiful and bright
But no place she looks, seems to have the light
She takes refuge in her pictures, she takes on her phone
Of beautiful things she likes to be around, when shes on her own
Pictures of the moon, the sun, the mountains and the stars
All those lovely pictures seem to fade her scars
Scars from the past when life just seemed unfair
Scars from the past when tension and anger were in the air
And then once more she looks at nature so beautiful and bright
And small smile creeps on her face for it seems shes found her light
