Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain You caught me looking back again A reminder of where I've been Help me believe somehow, will You open my eyes Through fire, through the rain.
Counting losses I have gained, it’s a matter of time Till I see the beauty, the beauty in all the pain
A troubled spirit, a broken heart I’m trusting in all that You are even though I'm torn apart This is so hard to comprehend. But I trust it all in Your hands.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain she is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain
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