You'll never know how your eyes look,
To the eyes of others.
You'll never know how your voice sounds,
To the ears of others.
You'll never know how your singing calms,
To the world around you.
You'll never know what your smile means,
To anyone else.
You'll never know how your laugh is valued,
To those who cherish it.
You'll never know how interesting you are,
To anyone who talks to you.
You'll never know how nice you may look,
To someone that admires you.
You'll never know how loved you are,
To someone who does.
And I suppose we can guess,
And perhaps get an idea.
But no one really knows.
Only they know.
People are beautiful,
If only we could see from another view.
Perhaps we could truly love ourselves.
