She walks down the halls, Long blonde hair flowing Blue eyes sparkling with joy All eyes are on the Beauty Behind her comes someone else Blonde hair lays flat, Blue eyes deep and cold They have the same face. They have the same hair and eyes. But is why one called the "Beauty" And why is one called the "Beast" Beauty walks through halls, High and mighty Pushing down anyone in her way She is the queen... The Beast trails along, Quiet and Meek, helping those who were pushed down The peasant of the kingdom They are the same yet they are different Beauty has the looks, Beauty has the style, But Beauty will never have what the Beast has The Beast has brains, The Beast has all the support and love But the Beast will never have what Beauty has They both need each other to survive, Both are nothing without each other.