If one of the things you believe in
Is that this world is an ugly place
You must have never gone outside in night
And stared into space.
You haven’t felt the way the air changes
In the minutes before it rains
Or watched the world pass by below
Out the window of plane
You have never been awake so early
That you see the moment sun starts to rise
And you have never laid you back on grass
And made shapes with the clouds in sky
But may be if you have done all this
But still don’t believe it’s not true,
It’s because you can’t see all the beauty
That I see when I look at you.