I see beauty in a lot of things,
Mostly in the things that I love,
Even the ones who’ve played with my strings,
Even in the stars above,
There is one thing that I don’t find beauty in however,
And that is the departure of life,
Beauty I will find in it never,
But as if everyday, people fight it with strife
My mind had begun to change,
As my family begun to cry,
The feeling of grief started to arrange,
As I floated towards the sky,
As the earth fades with no sound,
I took my final breath,
With my answer that I had found,
There is beauty in everything, even within death.