I've been told I must seek perfection, in morality and flesh
It can never be so, in my world or any other, I'm flawed
My task is to do what has never been done in modernity
Over time, any found perfect of anything are taken away
Beginning to end, we all fail, constantly, birth to death
If I were perfect of anything, I'd stop feeling awe
Lose more than life in losing awe, to not seek eternity
Such ignoble pursuits, seeking perfection, I'd fail to see
Losing everything that gives meaning, will be my fall
If offered a shiny perfect body, a heart that is empty
I'd choose my mistakes, suffer more broken flesh
In my imperfection I am made complete
How I long to know the kiss of eternity
Where I see the truth of all
Even to rise from defeat
