The bride is beautiful to the groom
He sees her in a radiant glow
That surrounds her in a halo
The light is beautiful to the dying
Because they see it as an end
To their mortal pain
The music is beautiful to the blind
The sounds bring color to their mind
And the beat massages their soul
The wheelchair is beautiful to the child
The child that can no longer walk
Because now he can roll free
I strive to be beautiful to those around me
The way a map is beautiful to the lost
Because it is hope in the darkness
Written I don’t remember when