could you find beauty, in a cold and dark place where no words can be heard with no light on a lonely face? could you find beauty, where all else has failed where the hand grabs tightly in a place you once sailed? can beauty be taken, from high in the sky a suicide note saying my time to die? could beauty be found, in an over used statement of truth and pain hidden under pavement? can you take beauty, out of a cracked shell into a small room know as a living hell? can you see beauty, in every breathe you take around your existence in everything you make? i have heard beauty, is in the eye of the beholder and i only see beauty in your eyes getting older