\[Verse 1]

The cobblestones are cracked with years,

Yet glisten when the rain appears.

A sparrow sings on rusted wire,

A fragile note that won’t expire.

\[Chorus]

Everything has beauty true,

But not each soul perceives the view.

The world reveals what time conceals,

Yet not each heart the vision feels.

\[Verse 2]

A broken lamp still holds the light,

A shadow bends and makes it bright.

The weary face, the weathered hand,

Are maps that few will understand.

\[Chorus]

Everything has beauty true,

But not each soul perceives the view.

The world reveals what time conceals,

Yet not each heart the vision feels.

\[Bridge]

The grain of wood, the scar of stone,

A song half-sung, a sigh alone.

The world will speak in subtle ways,

To eyes unclosed, to hearts that blaze.

\[Final Chorus]

Everything has beauty true,

But not each soul perceives the view.

The world reveals what time conceals,

Yet not each heart the vision feels.