A flower,
can wither, 
in just one day.
All of it’s beauty,
washed or blown away.

Isn’t it crazy,
how nature changes
all of the time…

The trees,
ain’t afraid to draw water from their leaves.
As they start falling,
through the autumn breeze.

I’m amazed by,
how it seems okay to lose 
in order to change and grow…

Appearance is a fading trade,
not meant to be obtained.
It’s there to draw attention to,
the reason why it’s made.

What are you made for?
What is it,
and how do you wanna be seen?

Oh I wanna be seen for who I am,
and how I’m changing all the time.
Shouldn't be something on my mind,
to worry ‘bout how it’ll turn out.

When I say,
what I wanna say.
Or react a certain way.
Can I at least,
appreciate
(it’s a part of me)

I rise, 
in the morning.
Not a worry on my mind.
But all of that changes,
as I step outside.
​
The world surrounding me,
having it’s effect on me,
how will I survive.

But it is in the evenings,
I have found the time.
To reflect on the beauty,
in the ways that I have found.

​​To crack up,
at a simple joke.
Tear up,
not afraid to choke,
at the thought of goodbye.

Appearance is a fading trade,
not meant to be obtained.
It’s there to draw attention to,
the reason why it’s made.
What are you made for?
What is it,
and how do you wanna be seen?

Oh I wanna be seen for who I am,
and how I’m changing all the time.
Shouldn’t be something on my mind,
to worry ‘bout how it’ll turn out.
When I say,
what I wanna say.
Or react a certain way.
Can I at least,
appreciate (it’s a part of me)


















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​Written by Kimberley Ceulemans
#CaseyMusic

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