As people wander throughout the world
Sight was one of our gifts, by beauty it is lured
In this world, beauty is a god
With little pity left for the eccentric and odd
People judge everything by the way they see them
But somehow Lenience was able to sing her requiem
Eyes are blind to what is really important
The heart is the only one who can see what's significant
Eyes long for beauty, for fairness, for grace
Prejudice had always slapped Oddity's face
The eyes often miss what really is beautiful
Thus, making the heart blind, very rueful
If we see through our heart maybe we will find
Something more beautiful, we realize we were blind
Eyes cannot see what the heart can see
Only our heart holds the true key
Eyes only see the type of beauty that dies
Heart see the type of beauty that has no lies