beautiful still

There's a version of me that I'll never meet, but you have

With soft spoken words she quietly differs to you

There's a version of me that carefully keeps to the shadows

So full of fire, afraid what the flames could do

And oh, maybe one day they'll meet

Maybe the edges will soften and the truth will finally speak

Maybe the mirror won't only reflect what I'm trying to be this morning

Maybe I'll know what I'd rather see

You tell me what she would say and what she'd do

What a thing to see, what a thing to be, what is it to you?

You tell me how fast she can move and where she'll go

Maybe I'm getting there too, I'm just taking it a little bit slow

And oh, maybe one day I'll run

With a crack I'll take off like a bullet shot from a gun

Or maybe I'll stay where I stand let the land take me back like a house abandoned

But beautiful still

Beautiful still, beautiful still

There's a beauty in me that I can see in the stillness

A quiet strength I can feel when I plant my feet

And like a tree rooted deep I will stand where I choose to plant me

And you can rest in my shade if you need just a moment to breathe