i see a precious thing 

in the boy who hated everything

i know deep inside 

there is a good part of him thats still alive

i see so much faith 

in the disabled boy who can barely move his face

i see him holding on

even though he may not be physically strong 

i see beauty in the smile of the slower kids

they have a precious gift 

they dont realizre how cruel this world is

i see limitless drive

in the one who cant see

he sees no limits 

he is beautiflly free

i see angels 

with diffrences beyond whats understood by you and me

there is so much beauty in the good these people see

beauty misunderstood by people

beauty hated by people

which one do  you chose to be

i chose to be the one who sees