I'm tired of these misconceptions
The expectation for perfection
Everyone is pointed in the wrong direction

I'm not perfect, but soon you'll begin to see
That perfect is not the thing to be
Because what is inside is the only explanation you could ever need

Inconceivable mysteries hidden in the minds of young children
They are the ones that see but do not expect perfection

Innocence is what's inside
And that's the beauty of it, you see
In their beautiful, untainted minds
Perfection is an idea that exists in everything

Everything big, everything small
Children see the beauty in it all

Why can't we see from the eyes of children?
That innocence is lost in the older generation
We've seen the horror and pain
Again and again

We've got so caught up in drama and evil, that we no longer see the beauty and perfection
It's a sad, sad thing that this world is coming to

But children, they see right through