precious little child, just reveal your smile;
the world will all be yours in just a little while.
the perfect and unblemished only spoil the view,
while beauty grows in fields revealed to just a few.

frightened little thing, don’t you hide your eyes;
I know the world is cold—you should realize
the truth is seldom found without the scars,
and easy roads will rarely ever take you far.

lonesome little one, don’t you waste your time
waiting for the recognition of the blind.
those fools will look at you, but they’ll never know
the beauty that resides with inside your soul.

shining little star, don’t you hide your light;
don’t let it burn out—gotta keep it up bright.
and don’t you ever fret for what they don’t see,
‘cause what you really are is what you are to me.