I watch you from afar
And think what a work of art
Like the depths of the Grand Canyon
Or a canopy of stars
And if I had to place a bet
I bet there's a little voice inside your head
Lying
Best all your precious things
Display them on a shelf
Walk right past the mirror and don't recognize
yourself
You're the hands to the needy
And the code for the cold
What I see when I see you
Is a heart made of gold
If you feel like you are not valuable
Let me tell you
There's more
