It has been said that humans are selfish
Most will tend to be graceless
But we also can create great beauty
Love burns in us, if our morals are dim
We might see neighbors as faceless
And we muddle through
Can't see our path truly
The living of life brings great chagrin
Until one sees the grace of a ballerina
Until one hears the glory of an opera
Ignorant to the possible beauty within
As poured out for others upon a stage
This epic calm may overcome
The beast's rage, and fills one with grace
