The Beauty Is (Reprise)

[Margaret]

When Clara was 12, we rented a Shtland pony for her birthday party

And she and her friends were leading the pony around

And I turned to get the phone

And the pony kicked her

Here, she fell

It seemed to take forever for her to fall

You know in those moments

When momentous things happen

So slowly

I reach

Like these paintings in the old tradition

There's a figure reaching out in them like so

And to me it is the most familiar tableau

I know

So much wanting something

So much reaching for it

So much wishing just to have one moment back

So much being patient

So much blind acceptance

I know

No, I don't know

A mother here in Italy

A mother here alone

I thought if I had a child

I would take such care of her

So much reaching for it

So much holding breath and keeping fingers crossed

Watching over my

My little lost

Clara!

If I could

Then I would paint it over

I would be there and I woldn't turn away

If I only had a chance to not turn away

And the beauty is

And the beauty is

The beauty is