To Their Beauty All Others Were Blind

The young boy dances in the summer rain

All the kids point and mom calls him inside

But the beat keeps on; the boy can’t explain

His parents shut the windows with hurt pride.

He goes to school, alone in a full room

Teachers whisper and hold conferences

No harm does he cause, but still they assume

He’s troubled because of his diff’rences.

The years pass by and the boy stays the same

Never concerning himself with others

Then she comes along and changes the game

By his quirks she doesn’t seem bothered.

He was so genuine, she was so kind

And to their beauty all others were blind.


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