Masterpiece of scars

They say beauty’s a mirror that measures the skin,
But it misses the starlight that’s glowing within.
There’s a crack in the porcelain, a scar on the clay,
Yet that’s where the soul softly shows us the way.
You don’t need a flawless complexion to shine,
A crooked smile holds the divine.
True beauty’s not something the mirror can see,
It’s the love in your pulse, the soul’s jubilee,
A radiant grace that was always meant to be.

You’re a masterpiece of starlight and scars,
Every flaw is a note in the song that you are.
Don’t let the glass of the mirror decide
The infinite beauty you carry inside.
It’s the soul that shines when the surface is worn,
You were perfectly beautiful since you were born.

The world sells a photograph, airbrushed and cold,
But the truth is a warmth that can never be sold.
Your laughter, a sunrise that needs no retouching,
The tremble of mercy in fingers so touching.
Even scars make a map of the battles you’ve won,
Every crack is a road for the light of the sun.
No symmetrical face can outshine a true heart,
The soul’s the real canvas, the genuine art,
So let your imperfect glory be a work of heart.

You’re a masterpiece of starlight and scars,
Every flaw is a note in the song that you are.
Don’t let the glass of the mirror decide
The infinite beauty you carry inside.
It’s the soul that shines when the surface is worn,
You were perfectly beautiful since you were born.