Beautiful, a lyrical poem

Beautiful

I could’ve been a pro ball player
England’s Queen’s got nothing on me
I could’ve been an astronaut
Fly you and me to Mercury

I saw the way you introduced me
Don’t worry baby, they don’t know
They can’t see the way I make you sing
Baby, they don’t know

So, what if I’m not
What if I’m not
What if I’m not BEAUTIFUL?

I could’ve been the top of my class
I could’ve won their Nobel prize
Maybe I could shine for Mommy and Daddy
Just tell ‘em it’s the look in my eyes

So, what if I’m not
What if I’m not
What if I’m not BEAUTIFUL?
Beautiful

Stop making excuses for me
I don’t need you to make it “okay”
I could’ve been everything for you
But I’m just here!

What if I become Miss America?
What if I become Kingdom Come?
What if nothing else really matters, baby?
What if no one else ever comes along?

What if I was your Holy Moses?
Lead you right into Heaven’s gates?
What if I could make you feel so good that
Baby, nothing else could ever make it go away?

So, what if I’m not
What if I’m not
What if I’m not BEAUTIFUL?

© Susan A. Carson. All rights Reserved.

Published by CarsonArtMusic

Susan Carson is a singer/songwriter, guitarist and visual artist/painter living in Stamford, Connecticut.

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