“The first thing to
see when you come to India—for God's sake don't see the poverty,
like an old colonizer. Don't see the poverty. Don't see that. See the
beauty of the people. When you see the tremendous beauty of the
people of India, then you see India. Poverty is a different thing.”
- Pierre Ceyrac
You've got the gall to suggest to
me
that the state of my country is a
travesty.
Looking down from atop your high
horse,
you say the land that I come from
is a slum.
Well, look at you with all of
your answers;
tell me: where does happiness
lie?
What if all this thinking that
you call enlightened
was more of a burden in disguise?
Dm C / Dm Am / / C B7 :||
My
home is a land of great beauty:
you'll
see what you come looking for.
Dm Am C B7 / C B7 Am - B7
You say that you've seen all
there is to see
of this cold and desperate heart.
You say there never was any hope
for me,
that I never could love you from
the start.
But there's more warmth in my
heart for you
than you could ever know.
I'm sorry I couldn't seem to let
it show,
but that doesn't mean my heart
doesn't glow.
In
my heart there is a space of great beauty:
I
don't know what I keep it locked away from.
I try to understand how you must
feel,
at least as much as I can.
It's been ringing in your ears
all of your life:
that you're not beautiful like
them.
And it's all so pervasive. There
seems no escape.
I'd get caught by it to if I were
you.
So many looks are there to
confirm it,
but those glares only obscure the
truth.
Your
body is bounding with great beauty:
look
beyond what they've got you striving for.
You say that you've taken a good
look inside and out,
that you've grown bitter from all
that you've seen,
that there seems to be only anger
and fear
and boundless self-serving greed.
Sure, in this life there are
plenty of dregs,
and they can get caught in your
throat;
but there's plenty of sweetness
to wash them away.
I hope you can find where it
flows.
This
life is overflowing with great beauty:
you'll
see it if you only look a little more.