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I hear you coming; I see rage in your eyes,
There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Your hate for me I will never understand,
I was the one always there to hold your hand.
Did you see beauty in my pain?
Your fists are tight; your voice is mean,
Why can’t anyone hear me scream?
I take a breath before I feel the blow,
I know you will never let me go.
Did you see beauty in my pain?
You say you love me that it will never happen again,
I always believe you in the end,
Where is my strength; where is my pride,
I have to dig deep inside.
The only beauty in my pain is that now I’m strong enough,
I climbed out of the grave you made for me scared and scuffed,
Knowing you might be waiting at the top,
I see my own beauty now that you will never see,
From the beauty in my pain I can now see the beauty in loving me.