Do You Know How Beautiful You Are

Do you kmow how beautyful,

Do you kmow how beautyful,

Children do you know

How beautyful you really are?

Do you kmow how beautyful,

Do you kmow how beautyful,

If you only knew how beautyful

You really are

You really are beautiful.

Have you heard the legend of

The queen in sorrows robes?

She found she was a statue

In an ancient sacred grove

And she could not find a meaning

Of the fires at her feet!

All the precious sacrifices

Burnig sad an sweet

So she cried, and she cried,

And she cried.

She cried, "children…

Do you know how beautiful..."

Cities rose around her, rose to fall again.

But mostly she´s invisible, through every now and then,

You can hear her cry, hear her cry,

Hear her cry, "children...

Do you know how beautiful..."