Rachel DelevoryasWith her thick eye glasses and her plain Jane faceSat beside me in my fifth grade classLooking so terribly out of placeRachel played the violinWhen classical music was out of style.She couldn't control all her wild brown hairHer nervous laughter and her awkward smile andIt was clear that she'd never be one of usWith her dowdy clothesAnd her violinAnd a name like Rachel DelevoryasBut when I'd pass by her house in the eveningGoing to play with my best friend RayOh the music floating from her windowSpoke the things that Rachel could never sayRachel DelevoryasWas eating her lunch as the boys walked by"Rachel is ugly" she heard them shoutShe sat on the schoolyard bench and criedIt was clear that she'd never be one of usWith her dowdy clothesAnd her violinAnd a name like Rachel DelevoryasAnd every year the hedge got higherAs it grew around Rachel's houseLike the secret wall inside herThat she built to keep all the heartache outRachel DelevoryasMoved back east with her familyNow she's dressed in a beautiful gownStanding on stage with the symphonyRachel plays the violinBut every night when the lights go downI wonder if she still remembers those daysAnd cruel little boys in this one horse townIt was good that she'd never be one of usWith her dowdy clothesAnd her violinAnd a name like Rachel DelevoryasJust a reminder to me of what I want to leave behind when I am gone. People will not remember what you said or what you did half so much as they will remember how you made them feel. Take that with you today as you get out there to build yourself a beautiful life.