I hear the endless thrum of rain,
And begin to wonder why I’m here.
Hundreds of people I see each day,
But the knowledge of their names is faint.
They don’t know me and yet they judge
Because I’m different in their eyes.
But the eyes of God are clear.
He knows who I am inside.
He detects my beauty through the fog,
And discerns the shimmering light
That radiates from my soul within.
He understands what no person can,
That the true beauty lies within our souls.