[Style: Acoustic Soul, Neo-Soul, Warm Female Vocals, Gentle Guitar, Organic, Introspective, Healing, India.Arie Vibe]
(Intro)
[Sound of a warm acoustic guitar finger-picking. Very intimate.]
(Spoken, soft:)
They say it comes naturally.
But it doesn't feel natural to me.
Not yet.
(Humming:) Mmm-hmm...
(Verse 1)
[Beat enters - Soft shaker and kick drum.]
They say I'm naturally beautiful.
But is my mind?
(Is my mind?)
What is natural to them...
Is not natural to me.
I look in the mirror and I don't see what they see.
I am my worst enemy.
(My own worst enemy...)
My self-esteem is a piece of work.
A judgment too hard, where the shadows lurk.
(Chorus)
[Harmonies swell. Soulful and smooth.]
Beauty to me is perfection.
(Am I perfect?)
Beauty to me is pleasing.
(Do I please you?)
But who has the right to call me BEAUTIFUL?
Who holds the mirror? Who holds the soul?
Beauty is in the eye of the BEHOLDER.
But the only Beholder that matters...
Is the One who makes me whole.
(He makes me whole...)
(Verse 2)
[Groove continues. Relaxed.]
Am I admirable?
(I wanna be...)
Am I lovable?
(I try to be...)
He lays a burden on my heart, and it is just so strong.
Gracious and humbled, I've been wrong all along.
I was looking for the beauty in the face.
When I should have been looking for the Grace.
(Amazing Grace...)
(Bridge)
[Music strips back. Just vocals and guitar.]
He says I'm beautiful.
(He says it...)
He says I'm worth it.
(He knows it...)
The Ultimate Power, the Author of Life.
He sees past the struggle, He sees past the strife.
If He is the Beholder...
Then I am the prize.
(I am the prize!)
(Guitar Solo)
[Sunny, happy acoustic guitar solo.]
(Final Chorus)
[Maximum Soul! Warm and uplifting!]
Beauty to me is perfection.
(I am perfect in His eyes!)
Beauty to me is pleasing.
(I am pleasing!)
Who has the right to call me BEAUTIFUL?
The King of Kings! The Lord of Lords!
Beauty is in the eye of the BEHOLDER.
And the Beholder loves me!
(Yeah, He loves me!)
(Outro)
[Music fades with a final guitar strum.]
They say I'm naturally beautiful.
And I think...
I finally believe them.
(Whisper:) Beautiful.
(Song ends.)
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