They tell me I'm too young Tell me I'm not beautiful I'm not good enough I'm not worth nothin at all Tell me I'm dream too much I got my head in the clouds Maybe I'm just hopin Fr something better than what I see now A world where every girl knows The Maker of skies The Maker of seas The Maker of every beautiful thing He made you, made you too The mountain high The river wide He tells the sun when to set and rise He made you, made you too You're a daughter of the king So tell me what does that make you? So put your shoulders back Don't you know that you're beautiful? You don't got tell em that Just walk around like you know And if you see your sister Looking like she forgot Like her dreams got crushed Better remind her I'm sorry if nobody ever told you Or if they treated you like it wasn't true Dark or light, thin or wide You are precious in His sight And He loves you, He really loves you So I gotta tell you I just gotta tell you