Beauty Mark

Hazel eyes, oil on my skin And bit lips that bleed red Stretch marks on hips And a beauty mark on my left breast Two feet that are calloused From walking so far That I fell of a cliff To find I was quite small Feeling for answers In sound and a rhythm that calls Cleaning glass windows to see There is life behind these walls Breath in my chest That is strong and secure Finding my balance To heal from the hurt Hazel eyes, oil on my skin And bit lips that bleed red Stretch marks on hips And a beauty mark on my left breast The scars on my heart That make me who I am I'm not really proud But I'm happy to stand I'm happy to stand I'm happy to stand