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Monday, 22 January 2018

Perfect.

Perfect
By Shianne.

My heart flows through this icy land,
Come and take my lonely hand,
Show me how to make things right,
Cry these tears no more tonight.

Sing this sorrowful song into the air,
Try to live without a care,
Look up at the stars in the sky,
Dry those tears from your eye.

Lift your head, bring your smiles back,
Paint your world with color instead of black,
Undo your lies, make them true,
Don't let your anger take over you.

Open your eyes, what do you see?
There's so many things that you could be,
If instead of thinking, you actually tried,
And forgot about the tears you cried.

You could be living in a world of hope,
And letting go, learning how to cope,
With everything life throws your way,
And living your fullest every day.

You can force the shadows back to the dark,
Leave without a single scratch or mark,
You can learn to live without your pain,
Without putting yourself through this strain.

You can learn all this if you only realize,
It only matters what perfect is in your eyes.

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